Scott: It’s a comfortable, but well-spaced crowd here in Miami.
Scott: At this point, we’re without a monitor here in the booth, so we’ll let Larry be the arbiter for balls and strikes.
LA: Oh yeah! That’s a ball.
LA: Sanabia got yammed and broke his bat. The bat-boy should consider bringing him a new thumb.
Scott: They have those right on the rack. Helmets, bats… and thumbs.
Scott: Sanabia’s bat goes flying into the seats! Fortunately, nobody’s there.
LA: Hitting a fan here would be like hitting the lottery.
LA: You never know what you’re gonna see at the old ballyard.
Scott: The roar you hear is not from the fans. It’s the rain on the roof.
LA: Comin’ down, right smart.