"Hey Evelyn, can I ask you a question? You got a moment? Which team do you play for?"
"Well, I-I'm a Peach."
"Well I was just wonderin', cause I couldn't figure out why you would throw home when we've got a two-run lead. You let the tying run get on second and we lost the lead because of you! Now you start using your head! That's that lump that's three feet above your *ss!!!"
"(sobbing)"
"You crying? Are you crying?? ARE YOU CRYING?? There's no crying!?! There's no crying in baseball!?!"
"Why don't you leave her alone, Jimmy!"
"Oh, you zip it, Doris! Rogers Hornsby was my manager! And he called me a talking pile of pigsh*t, and that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game! And did I cry??"
"(crying)No! No!"
"No! No! And you know why?!?"
"No..."
"Because there's no crying in baseball. THERE'S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! No crying!!"
<break>
<break>