Bud Light presents, “Real Reds of Genius.”

Real Reds of Genius.

Today we salute you, Mr. Flew Across the Country to Send a Message.

Mr. Flew Across the Country to Send a Message.

You spent an entire day getting to people who were about to come to you.

Didn’t get the memo.

You came to put your foot down. And then you put your other foot down in front of that one, and then the other one, and so on, until you’d finally crossed the clubhouse and entered the manager’s office.

Now you’re gonna get it.

Your arrival was unexpected, but it led to an even bigger surprise: nothing.

Exploring all the options.

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Mr. I Really Mean it This Time. You made a few people think they were about to get what’s coming to them. Little did they know that the only thing coming to them—was you.

Mr. Flew Across the Country to Send a Message.

Bud Light Beer. Anheuser-Busch, St. Louis, Missouri.



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Bud Light presents, “Real Reds of Genius.”

Real Reds of Genius.

Today we salute you, Mr. What Did He Say.

Mr. What Did He Say.

At Ohio University, how many blue books would it take you to complete a true/false quiz?

Obfuscation 101.

The great orators of history—from Cicero through King—look down upon you and smile and nod blankly as they wonder what you’re talking about.

Obviously a number of the activities we're involved in are at various stages.

You alone have been entrusted with calling other GMs. And communicating with them. Clearly.

I would say, at this point, it's probably leaning more heavily towards the free agent front than necessarily the trade front, although there are still some potentialities out there for us on the trade front.

What? Us worry? We know it takes time to turn a ship around. Especially when it’s pointed straight down.

We don't have an announcement on anyone at this precise moment.

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Mr. All Options Both Internal and External. Because even though no one is sure what you’re talking about, your actions speak louder than words ever could.

Mr. What Did He Say.

Bud Light Beer. Anheuser-Busch, St. Louis, Missouri.



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Bud Light presents, “Real Reds of Genius.”

Real Reds of Genius.

Today we salute you, Mr. Criminally Insane Lineup Maker.

Mr. Criminally Insane Lineup Maker.

Every good manager makes the most of the weapons at his disposal. And then there’s you.

Paging Rich Aurilia.

You’ve posted so many head-scratchers on the clubhouse wall that beneath them there’s a pile of dandruff bigger than a rosin bag.

Head and shoulders above the rest, now.

Splitting up your contact hitters by batting them consecutively? Check. The league’s top double-play hitter? Third, of course. And the top slugger in the game? Fifth or sixth, obviously.

Sit him in Colorado.

Obviously you like some guys better than others. You’ve even mentioned giving a few of them a blow.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Mr. Dojo of the Dugout. You may not be able to keep your players in line, but at least you can still put them wherever you want in the lineup.

Mr. Criminally Insane Lineup Maker.

Bud Light Beer. Anheuser-Busch, St. Louis, Missouri.