Ask him how the Angels are doing, then ask him how many Red Sox games he has watched this summer (I KNOW YOU HAVE WATCHED MOST OF THEM SPARKY DON'T DENY IT) to catch some of that cerebral wit.
Two games behind the Rangers, last time I checked. And honestly, I haven't watched all that much baseball this summer, period. It's been a busy year thus far.
There's a time for wit, a time for honesty, and a time to simply ignore the barbs and tell it like it is.
I think coach flatters me from time to time, to be sure, but at the end of the day, I'm as acerbic, witty (if you want to say that) or any other adjective you'd wish to ascribe to me. I don't pretend to be online what I'm not IRL. WYSIWYG, to repeat the abbreviation. I don't have enough time in my life to be anything else.
Oh, and as far as the DUmmies go, I don't hate them, but I don't pity them either. Their station in life is the result of their own poor life choices, and for them to blame their existence on forces external and unseen is cowardly, IMO. But what galls me all the more is that others are expected to cover for their poor choices and enable them to make additional poor choices, and continue said cycle ad infinitum.
We're telling them the gravy train is slowing--not stopping yet, mind you--and they wax apoplectic about it. C'est dommage. It had to happen sometime, DUmmies. Energy (or in this case, your livelihood) cannot be created or destroyed, only changed in form.