There was this great sports movie about a catcher who'd been bouncing around the minors for like twelve years, and becomes disillusioned after helping a young pitcher make it to the majors (who was then falsely jailed for killing his wife) and goes to Chicago to break up organized crime. Again disillusioned, he joins the military, but becomes disillusioned and strikes out on his own, encountering Native Americans. His military past catches up with him and, again disillusioned and negatively affected by the rise in sea level, not to mention poor reviews and abysmal box office receipts, he becomes a sort of Mad Max flotsam, only to be again - yes, disillusioned - and he goes to grow corn in Iowa, using baseball to conjure up an ancestor.
Dances with Untouchable, Dreaming Shawshanked Water Bulls. Now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't fall asleep in the recliner with TNT playing any more.