May 5th, 2005


It Would Take a Miracle...

Jim Tracy and Vin Scully feed Paul DePodesta the miracle pill...

Scully: Has it been fifteen minutes?

Tracy: We can't wait. The game's tomorrow night. We must strike in the hustle and the bustle beforehand. Tilt his head back. Open his mouth.

DePo: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this bench? Where's Gagne?

Tracy: Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. We lost the entire left side of our infield in the last two games, so all we have to do is go out, get a shortstop, find a third baseman, make up a lineup, and win the NL West title.

DePo: That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying.

Scully: You just wiggled your finger! That's wonderful!

DePo: I've always been a quick healer. What are our liabilities?

Tracy: Nakamura can't hit, Saenz can't field, and Perez is still on the DL.

DePo: And our assets?

Tracy (shuffles his feet a little): Collapse )