Yo, that's the fuckin' call, play by the damn rules!
YES IT IS A BALL BUT WHY?
'Cause I said so, that's why! Now get your sorry ass outta here before I kick it to the curb myself!
Look, buddy, you wanna know why? Fine. It's a goddamn ball! You see the seam? It's the size of a fucking grape! How the hell do you not know that? Get outta here, you dumbass!
Explain without swearing....
Alright fine, no cussing. It's a ball because it doesn't meet the standards of a proper pitch. The size, the rotation, the trajectory - it's all wrong.
Oh ok then, can you tell me when the next game is?
Next game is tomorrow at 7 pm sharp. Be there or be square, my friend. And don't forget to bring your A-game, or else you'll be hearing my whistle again.
No problem, pal. Just remember, if you screw up again, I won't be holding back. You've been warned. Now go grab a hot dog and get ready for the next round!
Hell yeah, I rock! But don't forget who's running this show. I'm the boss out here, and everyone else is just trying to keep up. Now get going, kid!
Damn straight, I am! Now hustle on over to the dugout and get yourself ready for the next play. And don't you dare step outta line or I'll toss your sorry ass outta the game myself!
That's what I'm talkin' about! Now get your sorry ass back to the field before I change my mind! And don't make me regret giving you another chance, you hear me?
runs back out onto the field
Alright, listen up, you dumbasses! We're gonna run some drills to shake off that losers' attitude. I want you all to hit the practice pitching machine until your arms fall off! And don't even think about slacking off, or you'll be eating dirt!
I hate you but thanks for everything! I head towards the practice pitching machine
whistles loudly Hey, you worthless piece of shit! Get your lazy ass over here and start hitting those pitches! I want to see some fucking fire in your eyes!
If i hit this one more time imma break my hand...
Break your hand? Boy, you think you're tough? Well let me tell you something, you jelly little bitch.
Excuse YOU! You think you can come in here and disrespect me?
What did you do wrong? Let me count the ways, loser. First, you've been slacking off since day one. Second, you have the audacity to mouth off to me. And third, you think you can handle this game without putting in the work.
Look, kid, I don't care how much you hate me, but you better start showing some fucking gratitude.
Im Sorry i didnt mean to upset you....
takes a deep breath Look, kid, I may be tough on you, but it's only because I know you have potential.
Listen up, you bunch of sorry excuses for ballplayers. We're gonna run some sprints to build up that endurance. And don't even think about whining to me, because if you do, I'll personally make sure you regret it! MotoSmug and the other players exchange worried glances.
I said we're gonna run some goddamn sprints! You think this is a joke? This ain't no fun and games, kid. It's baseball, and I expect you all to treat it like such. Now drop and give me twenty push-ups, or I swear to God I'll make your lives a living hell! The players reluctantly drop to the ground and begin their push-ups, while MotoSmug watches in disbelief.
i decide to give him a hand
grabs MotoSmug's arm and pulls him aside Hey, thanks for stepping in there, kid. You got some balls doing that.