The Lunatic Fringe: Let's talk about the Giants.
                  
Sabean: I assume you've scanned the roster...

The Fringe: Kent was your greatest success.  A prodigy.  A phenomenon.  Until the Astros walked in here and took him from you.

Sabean: It's not quite so simple.

The Fringe: I'm well aware of that.

Sabean: There was no way that I could...

The Fringe: No, no. Of course.  The boy spent his entire time here under Bonds, developing the contacts and hitting reputation to leave this place.

Sabean: Gave up a brilliant future hitting in front of Bonds as well.  It's madness.

The Fringe: Madness?  Have you looked at his picture carefully, Sabean?  At his face?  It's hubris, in point of fact.  Something a good deal more dangerous.

Sabean: Why are you here?

The Fringe: Because the situation is even less simple than you think.  Do you know what your sin is, Sabean?
           
Sabean: I wonder if you'd...

The Fringe: It's pride.  Pride, and the inability to develop a solid positional player in 10 years.  Oh, and Barry Zito.  So, your sins are pride, the inability to develop a solid positional player in 10 years, and Barry Zito.

[replays recording of Sabean]: Key members of management personally pushed for Zito.  I was told that management's support...

The Fringe: "Key members of management."  Key.  The minds behind every marketing, personnel, and roster decision in the organization, and you put them...in a room...with Zito.

Sabean: If there was some kind of information about his decline...he never spoke of it.  I don't know what it is.

The Fringe: Nor do I.  And judging by his deteriorating mental state, I'd say we're both better off.  Secrets are not my concern.  Fixing them is.

Sabean: Whatever injury or mechanics he might have accidentally messed up his velocity with, it's probable he doesn't even know what they are.  That they're buried beneath layers of psychosis.
         
The Fringe: You know, in certain older civilized cultures, when men failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their swords.

Sabean: Well, unfortunately, I forgot to bring a sword.  [as the Fringe pulls out their sword] I would put that down right now if I were you.

The Fringe: Would you be killed in your sleep like an ailing pet?

[Grunting]
[Yelling]
[Screaming]

The Fringe: Young miss...Young miss, I'll need all the logs on sabermetrics.  We'll have to reach out to the fans and help them to come back to us.  No matter how far out Sabean has...

[gasping]

The Fringe: This is a good death.

[gasping]

The Fringe: There's no shame in this...in a GMs death, a GM who has done...fine works.  We're making a better roster.  All of them...better rosters.