Once again, Coach faced the humiliation of bunt-dialing.
Hello? I Don’t Know here. Who? He’s on first. You want the pitcher, Tomorrow’s pitching. What am I talking about? What is on second, and I’m trying to get you off this phone. Sir, I don’t give a darn! is our Shortstop. Unless you can talk sense, I have to hang up and play my position at third.
And BTW! what are you doing with a cell during the game?
We’re maybe a decade away from people just getting a phone inserted directly into their skulls. Gives all new meaning to the concept of ‘team work.’
Maybe he can call out for pizza next.
Coach: Well anyway, while I have you on the phone, how’s your pitching?
Maybe you have the bullpen’s phone, third baseman.
There’s no relief.
“The calls are coming from inside the bullpen! Get out, get out!”
Explains why we are in last place in the league though.
Typical for Detroit this year. Poor Tigers.
Mamas don’t let your sons grow up to be coaches.
This comic was a home run!
Not a wrong number! Can you run for a pizza when we’re up?
Well the Coach may have finally got to " Third Base " but I don’t think it was the one he was going for !
Cute but belongs in the Probability Zero category. Now if he’d called the Left Fielder…
July 17, 2015