Ahoy, the Skipper Steers the Ship

The major league manager stormed up to his star hitter. "What I keep tellin you? Don't dilly dally in the dugout dammit!"

The manager's name was Bob Grissoll. Once he'd been a player himself, but that was three knee operations and one heart attack ago. His popularity with the local fans was cemented by years of sponsoring car dealerships and charity auctions on the local charity telethons. The front office hired him to helm the team three years ago, and since then he posted a respectable .579 winning percentage, just missing the playoffs the season before. But Bob had a secret. He ate poo.