We’ve all got our own recurring images, the scenes, the smiles, the shots, the words. Turns out Susan Sarandon, especially from Bull Durham, she’s stuck with me. And not just because of the baseball (or the Whitman). But for a certain kind of woman: confident, sexy, smart, yearning. Sure, it’s 80s rom-com stuff, standard in a way, but somehow she elevated it, burrowing inside some soft part that yearns to be Crash Davis. I bet there’s a whole generation of us, maybe two.