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The postseason, Atlanta Rookie style
After a long day at work, outfielder Jeff Francoeur couldn't be more glad to get home. He pushed open the door to his apartment, threw his bags down on the ground, and fell onto the couch, exhausted after the 18-inning NLDS-ending loss against the Astros. His roomate, catcher Brian McCann, followed suit, except he was stuck with the armchair, flinging his legs over the side.
They sat in silence for a minute, then Brian said, "Hey, you're the one who struck out to end the top of the eighteenth, why do *you* get the couch?"
Jeff said, "Look, dude, I didn't call that fastball down the middle that Chris Burke slammed into the left-field stands, okay?"
Brian thought about that one for a minute. "But I hit that home run off Clemens in game 2. That was COOL."
Jeff paused. "Ooooh, good point." He stood up and went over to the fridge, digging for a Yoo-Hoo. "You want a drink, Bri?"
"Nah... I think I'm going to sit here and play some video games."
"Oh. Whatcha putting in?"
Brian started up the Playstation 2, grabbed a controller, threw another one onto the armchair, and sat on the couch. "MLB 2005. I get Clemens, you get Smoltz. Let's rumble."
"Oh, fuck, man, why don't I ever get to be Clemens?"
"Who hit the home run off him? Hello?"
Jeff stuck out his tongue. "Who's gonna be NL Rookie of the Year this year?"
"Ryan Howard?" Brian smirked.
"Screw this. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in March."
They sat in silence for a minute, then Brian said, "Hey, you're the one who struck out to end the top of the eighteenth, why do *you* get the couch?"
Jeff said, "Look, dude, I didn't call that fastball down the middle that Chris Burke slammed into the left-field stands, okay?"
Brian thought about that one for a minute. "But I hit that home run off Clemens in game 2. That was COOL."
Jeff paused. "Ooooh, good point." He stood up and went over to the fridge, digging for a Yoo-Hoo. "You want a drink, Bri?"
"Nah... I think I'm going to sit here and play some video games."
"Oh. Whatcha putting in?"
Brian started up the Playstation 2, grabbed a controller, threw another one onto the armchair, and sat on the couch. "MLB 2005. I get Clemens, you get Smoltz. Let's rumble."
"Oh, fuck, man, why don't I ever get to be Clemens?"
"Who hit the home run off him? Hello?"
Jeff stuck out his tongue. "Who's gonna be NL Rookie of the Year this year?"
"Ryan Howard?" Brian smirked.
"Screw this. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up in March."
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The point was making fun of these two 21-year-old rookies who are known for spending their after-game time playing videogames... since they just lost the NLDS and are done for the year.
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