SHAPIRO: Justin, we're thinking of giving you a two year extension.
SMOAK: Really?
SHAPIRO: Yes, we like what you bring to the table defensively, and think you have a chance to get on base a lot. One string attached, do you think you could stop swinging at curve balls in the dirt with two-strikes? That's really our only hesitation here.
SMOAK: Absolutely! Where do I sign? Wow, two years.
SHAPIRO (extending contract, then slowly pulling it back): Just so we're clear. No swinging at curve balls in the dirt with two strikes. That's what everybody does to you. You swing, like, pretty much every time.
SMOAK: I have my lucky pen here. I'm ready to sign.
SHAPIRO: And the two strike, ball in the dirt thing?
SMOAK (mock signing in the air, with eagerness): Yeah, yeah, yeah, no problem. Pen. Good to go. Lots of ink.
SHAPIRO (glances at Atkins, who gives him a curt nod): Ok...here you go.
-- SMOAK SIGNS, KISSES HIS PEN, THEN DEPARTS --
SHAPIRO: I think it will be fine. He just...doesn't swing...with two strikes. Easy, right?
ATKINS: Very easy.
GHOST OF RON WASHINGTON (in a spooky, echoing tone): IT'S INCREDIBLY HARD.
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