Willie Banks sat in the clubhouse with his head in his heads.
"What's up Banksie?" Steve Camacho called over. Willie looked up and moaned "We've got another flaming new GM". Steve just smiled and said "You've got nothing to worry about, you're only 0-2 ..And your ERA's under 10! Look at me with my 11.39, I'll be on the unemployment bus ride soon I reckon"
That bought a glare from Willie "He's already had me on the bus to Brooklyn and called me back halfway. Do you know what a bus ride that is?"
Both looked up as Ratt Mectenwald noisily entered, bouncing a basketball and whistling Leaving Las Vegas. "It's all your fault" They shouted in unison. Ratt looked shocked at the sudden outpouring of rage at him.
"We've heard it's your father's mate" they shouted as they pummeled him and bodily carried him over to the ice bath before dumping him in.
"We don't want any more new GM's"
