Phillips: “Hey Dusty, the fat motherfucker on the end is worried about my on-base percentage. Why don’t you tell him to have me bat eighth with my on-base percentage.”
Rosecrans: “I don’t care about …”
Phillips: “Fat motherfucker. Make him happy, Dusty. Fat motherfucker. I’m tired of you talking that negative sh*t on our team, dog. I found out your Twitter name now motherfucker. It’s a wrap.”
Rosecrans: “Wow, took you how many years? Congratulations.”
Baker: “I ain’t in that, man. That’s between you and him.”
Rosecrans: “It’s between him and me.”
But as a fat MF'ing member of the press...you have to take that.
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