Having woken up in a surly mood, and drunk as a lord at 10AM, Hawk Harrelson calls the only people he know will have to listen to him - the front office of the Chicago White Sox.
As he begins to belligerently tear into the poor intern who answers the phone, a voice cuts in to cut him off.
"Hawk? It's me. The Big Guy."
"Jerry? Now wait just a bleepin' minute here, I got some things I want to say..."
"Hawk, how'd you like to be manager?"