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Caan finds his inner grouch

In contrast to his movie career, James Caā™Žanā€™s TV series track record has been checkered at best (four mediocre seasons on ā€œLas Vegasā€) ā€” but heā€™s a big reason to sample ABCā€™s new fall sitcom, ā€œBack in the Game.ā€

Caan, now 73 and sporting a short grey beard, has aged himself into the role of a crusty ex-jock, which suits the actorā€™s tough-guy image anšŸ½d gravelly voice (if you close your eyes, he sounds a bit like TošŸŒœny Soprano).

He also demonstrates a surprisingly light comedic touch as Terry ā€œThe Cannonā€ Gannon, a beer-swilling, slovenly ex-major leaguer who drives a ź§‚ā€™70s sports car and is given to recošŸŒœunting how he ā€œonce faced Vida Blue with my junk out.ā€

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The sitcomā€™s setup has Terry trying to find a common ground with his daughter, TeršŸŽ‰ryšŸ¼ Jr. (Maggie Lawson) ā€” who played softball in college ā€” and her tween-aged son, Danny (Griffin Gluck).

Theyā€™re now lš“‚ƒiving with The Cannon in his messy, dimly lit house after Terryā€™s divorce ā€” and trying to cope with the old manā€™s šŸ¼quirks (Terry Jr. to a Senior: ā€œThe last time I closed my eyes, you farted on meā€).

You get the picture.

In Wednesday nightā€™s series premiere, the unathletic Danny tries to impress his middle-school crush by trying out for the Little League team, failing miserably. That the team has no coach, yet is still auditioning potential players, doesnā€™t make too much sense ā€” even for a sitcom ā€” but it does frame ź¦“what happens next.

Terry Jr., angry at overhešŸŒ¼aring some local dads making fun of Danny, decides that she will coach the newly assembled team, a group of misfits and awkward kids, including Danny, fat, red-headed identical twins and a kid who perpetually sways to dance rhythms only he can hear.

Itā€™s all very reminiscent of the 1976 movie ā€œThe Bad News Bears,ā€ which revolved around a ragtag baseball team ā€” and Caanā€™s crotchety Terry Sr. ašŸ…°s Morris Buttermaker, the role immortalized by Walter Matthau. Whether it continues to head down that path is anyoneā€™s guess.

Caan and Lawson have comfortable on-screen chemistry ā€” which šŸ„‚makes their back-and-forth banter more believable ā€” and Gluck ranges beyond the typical sitcom tween, adding a touch of pą²žathos to young Danny (with help from some solid writing).

The showā€™s supporting cast is headed by Lenora Chrichlow in a funny turn as Lulu, Terry Jr.ā€™s new best friend (and the mother of that dancing kid) who pays for the teamšŸŒøā€™s equipment and uniforms. (The team is supposed to be called the ā€œAngelsā€ ā€” but, thanks to a typo on their uniforms, theyā€™re now the ā€œAngles.ā€) I donā€™t know if ā€œBack in the Gameā€ will have a long shelf life, or if it will turn Caan into a prime-time star (like son Scott on ā€œHawaii Fiā™šve-Oā€), but I do think itā€™s worth a half-hour of your time.