Cashman: They’re a good team, those Red Sox. I have to give them that.
Headwarmer: You pitched to Manny with first base open, didn’t you?
Cashman: And that Beckett. The guy throws lightning bolts. He’s like an alcoholic Zeus.
Headwarmer: You pitched to Manny with first base open, didn’t you?
Cashman: I mean, the season’s just started. It’s still officially winter, isn’t it? Guys get rusty. We’ll shake it off.
Headwarmer: You pitched to Manny with first base open, didn’t you?
Cashman: Win, lose. Feh. In April, it means nothing. Talk to me in July or August when we’re mashing them to paste in the Bronx.
Headwarmer: You pitched to Manny with first base open, didn’t you?
Cashman: I was actually hoping we’d lose that game. Lull them into a sense of false security. That’s called strategy, my friend. It pays dividends in the long run.
Headwarmer: You pitched to Manny with first base open, didn’t you?
Cashman: ::sobbing as he collapses into his glass of cheap wine:: Yes.
Headwarmer: You flippin’ dink.
