Rags: Listen kid, ya gotta cut down on them walks.
MC: Sure, Coach.
Rags: And ya gotta get groundballs, kid. That's the ticket.
MC: You bet, Coach.
Rags: Keep those pitch counts down, too, y'know what I'm sayin'?
MC: (nodding eagerly) Uh-huh.
Rags: That's how we turn those L's and ND's into W's, pally.
MC: (to himself) Wins, oh yeah, the big "W!"
Rags: Now go on out there and do what I told ya. (Pats MC on rump.)
MC: You got it, Coach! (Runs on to field.)
Rags: (to Boch) These clowns gonna score any runs tonight, boss?
Boch: Well, they're hard-nosed ballplayers, y'know.
Rags: Haren's pitchin', he's good. I say--complete game shutout with a dozen K's.
Boch: Well, ya might be right, there, Davey-boy.