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Post Game
After the embarrassing loss, I’m sitting in my office, drinking a black and tan (following the good start the owner actually installed 2 draft taps), when in walks Howser…
“What’s up skip?”
“I’ve been thinking,” I responded with a frown.
“Uh Oh, that’s not good…especially for a manager who is supposed to be good with instincts not brains?”
“Ok, smart ass, let’s say my instincts are telling me we might be in trouble.” I hand him a beer, and I try to figure out exactly how I want to lay this out.
“Since our incredible start, we’ve been pretty mediocre. I mean we’ve been playing .500 ball for a while now, and if it wasn’t for our 9 and 1 record against Japan, we wouldn’t even be in first place.”
“We should be 10 and 0 against Japan, but a certain manager I know failed to pull…”
“Shut up, smart ass….”
He smirks.
“Anyway, I’m seriously thinking about taking a look at our minor leagues for help.”
“REALLY!” “I am truly surprised…” Why?”
“Well, to be honest, maybe it is instinct, but we have some issues…”
“We are just a third into the season.” He points out.
“My point exactly, and we need to address some stuff.”
After a pause, Howser says…“I’m listening…tell me what you’re thinking…”
“Ok, but let’s see if there is any food left in the clubhouse…I need to eat something. My acid reflux is killing me.”
Howser smirks again, “You know that beer isn’t helping any…”
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