"Yeah, you know, this team is still going in the right direction. We just played a good team. Could one of you guys put ice in this cup? I still haven't figured out how to do that yet. Anyway, any more questions?"
"Yeah, numbnuts, I got one. How did your fucking 'rest strategy' work out this week? Would you say your plan was a good one?"
"Tommy, is that you? Hey, I didn't know you were here. Look, everyone, it's--"
"Don't look at me, let's look up to the front at Donny Yankees! Get a good look at the guy who's
managing the ball club. He said all of our best players needed extra rest for this series. And after he practically
threw the game in Denver, he--"
"Tommy, we try to win every game."
"YOU fucking don't. I'm talking here, dunce. So then you start this fucking plan...we go into Cincy, a hot town. And I would know, I ate a gallon of this shit you call 'chili' and never got full. How did that work? You were lucky just to get two guys to hit the fucking ball each game! All this rest, and no run production!"
"Well, the Reds have great pitching and...you know, I'm happy the way we played. We battled. Um...(looks at notes) we have pitching and I'm, uh..."
"Don't fucking look at me."
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