TERRY COLLINS: Hey... how you doin' buddy?
IKE DAVIS: I have 30 hits this season, batting .161... that's the lowest in the majors. How do you think I'm doing?
TC: You know what? Can I tell you what? You'll always be my little champion. My big little slugger.
ID: I'll keep that in my back pocket.
TC: Ike... part of my job as manager is making tough decisions. Delivering bad news.
ID: Tough gig.
TC: I know you're struggling, and I-
ID: Not hitting is bad enough. But every day, all I can think about is: 'Am I gonna get sent down? Am I gonna get sent down?' It's driving me outta my... fuck!
TC: Maybe a little time in Vegas is what you need. No pressure in Triple-A... get your mind clear.
ID: I'm just a slow starter. Remember last season? I did nothing for three months and then I had a powerhouse second-half. 32 taters and 90 RBI's. Put that in your microwave.
TC: I thought we should have sent you down last year. You got what it takes to play this game, Isaac, but you're a hot-head. The time to learn humility is now- while you're young- and you'll keep it with you for the rest of your career. No more arguing with umps, no more-
ID: Did you come here to tell me something or have you just lost what's left of your mind?
TC: We're sending you down, Ike. I wanted to tell you myself.
ID: No way! This is bogus, man!
TC: I think you're gonna come back stronger. I know it.
ID: So that's the way it is?
TC: Yes sir.
ID: One thing, TC: are you technically considered a dwarf or a pygmy?
TC: I gotta go, Ike. See you soon I hope.
Terry walks off toward the clubhouse.
ID: Hey Terry...
Collins stops and turns back to Ike.
ID: Fuck you.
Terry smiles and turns away.
TC: Give my regards to Siegfried & Roy.
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