Your club’s last batter got decked by the other club’s pitcher. Your teammates expect you to deck the first batter that steps into the box when you take the mound.
Here’s the thing – the rumors have it that you’re about to be traded to THAT club in the other dugout, just prior to the dead line for such deals. That other club is from LA.
“Hey, wait a minute?” you say to yourself – my agent and I were talking just the other night, and he asked me if I had ever been to the West Coast?
Well – your call. Deck the guy, then say hello within a few months?