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The Dugout: the Ex-Managerial Sad-Off

How bad are we really supposed to feel for managers who get the ax? True, sometimes they're fired when they don't deserve it, but it's not as though they're suddenly destitute.

Well, except for in the Dugout universe. In order to conjure up any empathy for recently fired managers Willie Randolph and John Gibbons, I had to manufacture it.

Today's Dugout is after the jump.

The Dugout

bud_is_wiser: /pounds plastic funny-gavel

I now commence the first Ex-Managerial Sad-Off.

bud_is_wiser: The two of you will take turns offering insights into your lives as unemployed ex-managers. The man with the saddest existence will win a prize of my choosing.

Mr. Randolph goes first. Please proceed.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: Ahem.

Last night I fell asleep to "Countdown with Keith Olbermann" at 8:00. I woke up in the middle of the night, when they were re-running it. I stayed awake and watched it again. And when I woke up this afternoon, it was showing again. I watched it a third time.

gibbon_and_receibbon: I kind of spoiled myself yesterday. I curled up on a futon, popped "Dante's Peak" into the VCR, and ate some salsa out of the jar with a spoon.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: At least you had legit salsa. I was running low on cash last night, because, you know, I'm out of a job. I had $8.60 to my name. I also had a "reserve account" of an ashtray filled with pennies, which I estimated to be good for about $2.75.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: I went to Taco Bell with Ziploc bag full of nickels, and I actually asked the lady at the counter what the cheapest thing on the menu was. Cinnamon twists, it turns out. So I got one of those to go. Then I filled the bag with as much Mild sauce as it would hold.
That night, I listened to a podcast of "This American Life" and rationed the sauce packets as "little treats" every 20 minutes.

gibbon_and_receibbon: The other day, all I had in my kitchen was half a container of grits, iodized salt, and a bottle of olive oil. Unfortunately, I kind of let my place go over the past few days, so all my dishes were dirty and caked with scum. So I just decided to eat the grits raw. I figured that it would be healthy, since olive oil is good for you, right?

gibbon_and_receibbon: I decided it needed some salt after all. But I poured it straight out of the package, and I ended up throwing about 8 tablespoons of salt on my oil-and-grits. I'm not really in the financial position these days to let food go to waste, so I ate it.
All the sodium gave me hypertension. I ended up remembering that one time a few years ago that I addressed a friend's wife as the name of his ex-wife, and got so embarrassed that I bit my finger real hard. I thought I would need to go to the hospital, but I just got some rubber bands and a bunch of toilet paper.

bud_is_wiser: good lord you are winning right now

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: Okay.
The night after I got fired, I was down to eight cigarettes. I knew they'd need to last me a week. So for the sake of optimizing my nicotine intake and overall satisfaction, I reserved one of the cigarettes for testing purposes. I shook some of the leaf shreds from the end of the cigarettes and tried chewing and swallowing them. That didn't do much. Then I cut the filter off it and smoked it. Although my lungs burned, I found that I received much more nicotine content this way. So I clipped the filters off the rest of my cigarettes. That allowed me one filterless cigarette a day.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: If ever I felt I needed a break, but had already smoked my cigarette for the day, I simply brushed my teeth. It's a nice break that leaves you with a fresh feeling. I recommend it.

gibbon_and_receibbon: This morning, I decided I was going to call off my pity party and go get a job. My wardrobe has pretty much consisted of my baseball uniforms, but I was required to return them to the team when I left. So all I had was a five-year-old pair of size 32 jeans that no longer fit me. I was forced to squeeze into them unbuttoned and waddle over to the coffee shop.

gibbon_and_receibbon: They gave me an application to fill out. I had to write "n/a" under address and phone number, because that stuff's kind of up in the air right now. I had to check the box indicating that it was not okay for them to check my references. They didn't ask how they could contact me. I guess I'll just stop by every day and see if they've decided yet. Haha, I sure could use that free coffee!

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: Alright, time for me to drop the hammer.

For breakfast, I ate a brick of Ramen as a candy bar, and used the seasoning packet to flavor a mug of room-temperature water.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: As I ate and drank, I studied the packaging, convinced myself it was an "energy meal", and decided to run a mile.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: I felt dizzy two hundred feet into my run and collapsed on the sidewalk. Some guy tossed me a nickel.

I put the nickel in my pocket.

bud_is_wiser: /bangs funny gavel
I have to declare a winner. This was not an easy decision, but that sealed it. Mr. Randolph wins the day.
bud_is_wiser: Please accept this plastic jug of Glenmore.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: /hoists above head like trophy

Thank you, thank you.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: You know, once I'm done, I could probably urinate in this.

gibbon_and_receibbon: You mind if I use it after you're done? I've been using my hat.

CoachRandolphAllTheFans: /clutches jug to chest

GET YOUR OWN PEE JUG

gibbon_and_receibbon: /bares teeth
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