GUERRERO: "My bat is my ticket to the big leagues." ARRUEBARRENA: "Yeah but your glove is a ticket for deportation." GUERRERO: "Fuck you bkitch, at least I can hit!" ARRUEBARRENA: "Yeah, too bad you can't field... like me." GUERRERO: "You know what?... if you combined the two of us, we'd be a fucken superstar." ARRUEBARRENA: "Yeah, either that or a scrub who can't hit or field." GUERRERO: "Man, why you so negative?" ARRUEBARRENA: "Why you so positive?" GUERRERO: "I hate you." ARRUEBARRENA: "I hate you more."
GARCIA: "Slow down payaso, what's the rush?" BUCHTER: "It's all-you-can-eat taco and ramen night." GARCIA: "Yeah, so?" BUCHTER: "Uribe and Ryu are already there!" GARCIA: "Oh shit, pick up the pace wetto!"
CRAWFORD: "Hey, it'll be fun hitting in the same lineup as you." KENDRICK: [breaks out laughing] CRAWFORD: "What's so funny?" KENDRICK: "You said hitting." CRAWFORD: "Yeah, so?" KENDRICK: "I'll be hitting, you'll be batting." CRAWFORD: "Man that's cold." KENDRICK: "Not as cold as your bat." CRAWFORD: "Man that sucks." KENDRICK: "Not as much as you in the field." CRAWFORD: "Man..." KENDRICK: "You should just quit now before you embarrass yourself any further."
FRIEDMAN: "Have your guys been working on hit-and-run?" MATTINGLY: "Wait, which one is that again?" FRIEDMAN: "Really?" MATTINGLY: "There's just too much to try and remember." FRIEDMAN: "Serious question..." MATTINGLY: "Shoot." FRIEDMAN: "What are you going to do for work when you're done managing?" MATTINGLY: "You mean after practice? Nothing. Want to grab a pizza?!!!" FRIEDMAN:
FAN: "So what are you going to do for work when you're done managing?" DBB: "Wow, I'm flattered. But I think Andy and I are going to go for pizza." FAN:
i'd counter with... howie having >300 more PA's better oWAR and dWAR 4.4/1.4 [vs 2.3/-0.4] and that the difference in BA was a mere .007 points and then i'd add this just to be a
His oWAR is better because of #1. CC somehow did hit more HR's and stole more bases. Fuck, I don't even know why I am making this argument considering I want Ethier to play so well it'll send Crawford straight out of town. Point is CC has never had a problem hitting
FRIEDMAN: "So what do you bench, like 140?" KAPLER: "Like 340." FRIEDMAN: "Um... yeah, me too. Me too."
Friedman is such a fucking nerd, god damn it. All that money and he still dresses and looks like an IT dweeb.
WILLS: "Now rememba, when bkitches ax u wut happened, tell em itz cuz you packin." KENLEY: "Packing, what did you guys trade me?" WILLS: "No, idiot, packin! U know, hung?" KENLEY: "Man I know I hung a couple cutters last year, but otherwise I thought I did pretty well." WILLS: "Nah, fool. I'm talkin bout wut u got goin below the waistline..." KENLEY: "Oh, gotcha. But I can't really do any cardio until I get off these crutches." WILLS: "Man, you iz one stupid niggah. Wut parta Afrika u from?" KENLEY: "I'm not from Africa, I from the Netherlands Antilles." WILLS: "Netherlandz? U mean where they gotz all dem stupid windmills n shit?" KENLEY: [thinking] ~what an idiot WILLS: [thinking] ~wut a idiot
ETHIER: "Alright, here goes." GUY w/CANE: "Ribbon's not the only thing that should be cut." MS. ETHIER: "No shit." BLACK CHICK: "Werd." ETHIER: "Man fuck all you punks." GUY w/CANE: "I'd like to fuck your wife." MS. ETHIER: "I'd like you to fuck me." BLACK CHICK: "Fuck, let's make it a threesome!" ETHIER: "Hey, can I watch?" GUY w/CANE: "You'll be doing enough of that when the season starts." MS. ETHIER: "No shit." BLACK CHICK: "Werd." ETHIER: