A conversation.

"Hey Max, the Rangers were up nine runs last night by time you went to bed."

"Beese. Ball."


"But the Yankees scored 10 straight runs and took an 11-10 lead."

"Beese. Ball."

"And get this -- we got the lead back the next inning. New York then tied it up, but in the ninth we scored again, and it was 13-12."

"Beese. Ball."


"We were an out away from nailing it down, and lost. That's baseball. It happens. We'll be OK."

"Beese. Ball."


"One of our players, after the game, said this to reporters: 'That's a great team over there. But we're a good team.' Not exactly what I wanted to hear."

"Dad. Give the guy a break. As bad as that game must have made you feel, imagine what they felt like in the clubhouse. You're zeroing in on semantics. You keep telling me how much heart and tenacity this team has -- and I'm still at an age where I'm supposed to believe everything you say. Don't worry about that game, and don't worry about the things those guys said minutes after it ended. We'll get 'em tonight. Beese. Ball."


Let's go, Kam. Nail this one tonight.