Russel: [Shouting] "Come on Robert! Pitch it in 
there, baby! We're behind you here in right field! 
One down! Two to go! Hum it now! Yeah! Show 'em 
the magic! This chump can't hit!"
[Whispering to himself] "Please God, don't help 
him hit it to me. Anywhere but to right field. 
Please God, I bet you."
[Shouting] "Come on now! No batter! No batter! 
Big whiffer! Big whiffer!"
[Whispering] "Oh please, don't let him hit 
it to me. My God, not to me."
[Shouting] "Steam it baby! Steam it!"
[Whispering] "Oh God no, Oh God no, Oh God no,
Oh God no."
[Ball is hit]

Russel: [Shouting] "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
[Whispering] "Oh good! It's not to me."
[Shouting] "Good catch, Steven! Nice glove! 
You da man! Two away now! Lookin' good! We're 
all looking good out here! Come on Robert! 
This lump of crap can't hit!"
[Whiserping] "Oh God, he's a leftie! A big 
leftie! Total power to hit it. He's gonna 
pile it right to me and there's nothing I can 
do to stop him."
[Shouting] "Pitch 'em the funny one, Robert! 
Big whiffer! Big whiffer!"
[Whispering] "Oh he is a natural athlete and I 
am so worthless. Please God, take his life. 
Make him die."
[Shouting] "No batter! No batter!"
[Ball is hit]

Russel: [Whispering] "Oh God. This is not 
happening. No, don't do this to me. Please. 
Make it stop."
[Ball hits Russel]
Russel: "OWWWW! My elbow!"
M1: "Throw it to second! Pick it up already!"
Russel: "Take it! Just take the ball!"
[Russel tosses the ball]
M2: "Nice throw, you pansy!"
Russel: [Whispering] "Ok, get under control. 
Easy now, easy. Say something to the team."
[Shouting] "Good hussle everybody! Yeah! Nice 
work! Play's at third!"
[Whispering] "That wasn't funny, Lord. I've 
been so good and for what!?"
[Shouting] "Come on, Robert! Settle down! Just 
throw straight! You get it across the plate! 
We'll take care of the rest!"
[Whispering] "Oh no, another lefty."
[Ball is hit]

Russel: [Shouting] "NOO! Why me again!?"
[Ball hits Russel]
Russel: "OWWWW! My neck!"
[Panting & Whining] "I can't breath. I can't 
breath."
M2: "Pick it up and throw it, you moron!"
Russel: [Whining] "Here..come on, here.. Take the ball! Take it!"
[Russel kicks ball]
M1: "Way to kick it in, Pele!"
Russel: [Shouting] "Oh hahaha. Pele! Good one!
Hehehe.. Ok! Come on! Suck it up guys! We'll 
get those runs back! This is where we dig down! 
We just need one more out!"
[Whispering] "Oh look! A rightie! Oh Lord, 
thank you. Thank you so much. I owe you."
[Shouting] "This loser can't hit! No batter! 
Come on, this is where we take them out!"
[Whispering] "Uh oh, what's happening? Where's 
the rightie going? What? Who's this guy? He's a 
leftie and he's pinch hitting. No! No!"
[Shouting] "Why's he pointing at me!?"
[Ball is hit]

Russel: [Shouting] "Oh my Lord! What have 
I done to deserve this?!"
M3: "I got it! I got it!"
[Running over to the ball near Russel]
[Thud! Crashes into Russel]
M3: "Whoa! Sorry about that, Russel. Are 
you ok?"
Russel: [Shouting] "HELL YEAH! We're up now! 
It's our turn to kick a little ass!"
M3: "All right, Russel. I think you're 
up first."
Russel: "NOOOOO!!"