Ed: Hey, Clint.
Clint Atkins: Hey, Ed.
Ed: Nice going, buddy.
Clint Atkins: Thanks! I think the wind pushed it a little.
Joe Bigelow: That was no wind, that was all of us in the dugout. We were blowing it.
Ed: Haven't seen you since before your last road trip. All of a sudden an invitation to the game insisting I take the afternoon off.
Clint Atkins: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be that transparent.
Ed: No, you weren't. It's just a cop's training. I even start wondering when somebody says hello.