Eight Men Out is probably my favorite baseball movie. It isn't a simple movie. It doesn't turn the players into shining heroes who were framed by the man. (If you want that movie watch The Natural (1984) with its cleaned up, bloodless ending.)
These guys are barely making ends meet while the White Sox owner is raking it in. When a group of gamblers offers them big money to throw the series, they see their chance not only to get their cut, but revenge on the guy they see as cheating them. That's when their victory turns to ashes in their mouths.
The movie doesn't shy away from the fact that they are in the wrong or the price they pay for their decisions. There is no Field of Dreams (1989) for these guys. There isn' even the redemption that Crash Davis gets in Bull Durham (1988). But this movie is spellbinding in its heartbreak.