Just My Type

AD: I don't look at that. When I'm going bad, I'm the worst player in the league.

DP: Were you the worst in the league last year?

AD: Oh, my God. What happened last year?

DP: It wasn't pretty—.159 with 11 homers.

AD: I know. It's over. It's gone.

DP: How does that happen?

AD: I have no idea. If I knew how it happens, I wouldn't let it happen.

DP: Why are you yelling at me?

AD: Because I'm sick and tired of talking about last year.

DP: I was trying to talk about this year. Twenty-four home runs are pretty good.