Ring, ring.... BC:Hey Carl. All set for the weekend? CP:Not really Cash, my-- BC:Arg! What is it this time Carl? I want my 40 million dollars back. CP:It's my (fill in the injury here) man, I can't stand the pain. BC:Doc says you're fine, teammates say your fine, agent says your fine. It's your psyche that's bad. CP:Yeah thats it Cash. I sprained my psyche. I cant pitch this weekend.