Coach Babbitt: Hey, Heck. How you doing?
Mike: Hey. Feeling great, ready for the game tomorrow.
Coach Babbitt: Yeah, I got some bad news, and I don't want you to take it too hard, so I'm just gonna rip off the Band-Aid. I got poached.
Mike: Poached?
Coach Babbitt: Yep. Hagen Westside Realty got me. All I got to do is push their mail through a slot, pitch a couple of shutouts, and they're gonna fix the brakes on my Subaru.
Mike: Well, Eleanor's not gonna like it. We were about to start an afghan. But whatever's best for the team.
Coach Babbitt: All right, then. Later, champ.