Tony La Russa: You want answers? Greg Matzek: I think I'm entitled to them. La Russa: You want answers? Matzek: I want the truth! La Russa: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has rules. And those rules have to be defended by the St. Louis Cardinals. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. McCalvy? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Braun and you curse the Cardinals. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Braun's plunking, while tragic, probably protected Albert. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, protects Albert...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me upholding those rules. You need me upholding those rules. We use words like sending a message, retribution, payback...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending the Cardinals way. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very game I invented, then questions the manner in which I invented it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and stand in the batters box. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to! Matzek: Did you order the plunking? La Russa: (quietly) I did the job Albert sent me to do. Matzek: Did you order the plunking? La Russa: You're g*ddamn right I did!! Bud Selig explodes!