Next time you’re drafting your celebrity baseball team, look no further than Stephen Soderbergh if you need a power-hitting, writer/director type. He’s out in Hawaii, where a blogging buddy of mine came across him.
One of the concierges here had to be with him while inside the batting cages, probably because the last thing her boss wanted was to read about a big-screen director getting hurt at his resort. Soderbergh apparently wasn’t impressed with this special treatment and told the
woman that he would be fine because he’d been playing this game his whole life.
I don’t judge people by their looks, but whether or not they can hit a baseball has a lot to do with if I can respect them. It sounds like Mr. Soderbergh has earned a few points in my book. Maybe now I’ll get around to watching those Oceans 11, 12 and 13 movies.