last year we had this boy, junior sanchez. nice boy. decent with the glove, but couldn't bunt to save his life.
cost the team at least two victories.
no drinking. no cervezas in the casa. no chicas in the bedroom.
okay. what about quiet time?
diez. shhhh.  after diez.
and we take pride in that.
what do you care? you didn't cook it.
well, very good, miguel. de nada to you, mi amigo. de nada to you.
don't worry, miguel, you'll bounce right back.
he lost control of his breaking pitches and they just zeroed in on the fastball, which isn't as fast as it used to be.
don't matter, he can't understand anyway.