Manager Dashevsky: Two weeks into the season and we are 3-9. We've won three lousy games! Injuries aside, we have to do something.
We need to make a splash and land a big fish!
Head Scout: I can see what's still out there in the free agent pool but the chance of landing a big fish will be slim to none.
Dashevsky: I don't care what you have to do just make it happen!
Head Scout: OK, let me make some calls.
"1 sim later"
Head Scout: Great news! You won't believe it, but we landed a big fish!!
Dashevsky: Give me the details! Does he have 10 stuff? 10 control? Extreme Groundball pitcher with good movement???
Head Scout: Well, uh, he has average stuff and movement and pretty decent control I guess. And his stamina isn't great but..
Dashevsky: But what!?
Head Scout: But.... his name is Gil "Big Fish" Phillips! His nickname is Big Fish, so I thought
(With a loud crash that echoed throughout the locker room, Dashevsky slammed his hands onto the table, his face a mask of seething anger)
Dashevsky: Get out of my office!