Brockmire, “Disabled List”

Hardesty: That’s a god I could believe in. A baseball god.
Brockmire: Yes, yeah, a kind of god that demands that all his churches be parks.
Hardesty: A god that forces you to play outside on a nice day.
Brockmire: That doesn’t keep time because our actions should determine our fate, not some stupid clock.
Hardesty: A god who keeps us humble by making us play a game that’s steeped in failure.
Brockmire: Hmm. That’s the kind of god I’d worship.