age has apparently not softened former met great wally backman. i like how he goes from 0 to superfuckingpissed in about the amount of time it takes charlie sheen to make $10K worth of cocaine disappear.
honestly, he doesn't even attempt to talk to the blue. when the response to the 1st question the ump asks you is, "fuck you", you probably didn't really want to manage that day, which the blue even points out to him.
can you imagine any other profession operating this way? "oh come on, boss, you want me to analyze gross margin for the quarter? fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!"
also, thumbs up for the gentle way he covers the plate in dirt, as though he were tucking a tender little newborn in for the night.
i think he just wanted to get back in the clubhouse, pour himself some tea, and listen to dionne warwick records.
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