(Garrett Jones enters Clint Hurdle's office after game)
JONES: You wanted to see me, Clint?
CLINT: Have a seat Garrett. Is everything ok?
JONES: Well, not really...
CLINT: Talk to me Jonesy.
JONES: ...Papa Johns changed their dipping sauce. It used to be garlic-y, but now it's more of a ranch.
CLINT: I noticed that too. Did they do some kind of market research and figure out that people want ranch?
JONES: Don't know, skip. I don't know much about data driven decision making.
CLINT: Heh, me neither.
JONES: My gut tells me people like garlic better.
CLINT: Mine too! We're getting off track here...I want to talk about your at-bat tonight where you struck out.
JONES: You'll have to be more specific.
CLINT: The 6th inning. Strasburg walked Cutch, then he walked Pedro, then he walked (local boy) Neil.
CLINT: And you swung at the first pitch.
CLINT: Jonester, it would have been nice to take a pitch there. You've got the guy on the ropes. He had no control, and you gotta make him come into your wheelhouse...
JONES: My wheelhouse is big, skip.
CLINT:...you can't be helping 'em out by swinging at pitches out of the zone. Strasburg threw one strike to you in the entire at-bat.
JONES: My gut told me to hit ball.
CLINT: Well gosh darn it, you gotta follow yer gut.
JONES: Are we done? I have go swing by Giant Eagle on my way home to pick up garlic dipping sauce.
CLINT: Yeah we're done. You'll get 'em tomorrow!