Damon Bruce: Will you be carrying snacks again for the team this year? Or have you graduated? You don’t have to do it anymore? Romo: Uhh, no, It’s probably still me… They’re gonna keep the same bullpen together, and I’ll be that ten-year vet that still has the pink backpack.
Fan: A couple years ago, there was a rise in stats called Sabermetrics. And people considered you a grand mystery in all of it because you always seemed to be pitching better than their stats predicted. Is there any source to how you kinda stumped the numbers there?
Cain: That was way too in-depth for a baseball player. Damon Bruce: That’s actually a perfect answer to that question. You’re not thinking about Sabermetrics when you’re on the field, are you? Cain: I don’t even know what it is… Crawford: Well he was drafted out of high school, so…
BONUS: A closer look at Cain’s reaction to Crawford’s tease
Fan: When Bumgarner starts blowing his snot rockets all over the field, are you guys as grossed out as we are? Crawford: Yes. Cain: We don’t even go up to the mound ‘cause we’re afraid we’re just gonna walk all over it. We need to start counting them, though. We thought about counting every single one of them. Nervous habit or some kind of habit, I guess.
Fan: “You guys said that San Francisco has the best fans. In your opinions, who are the worst?”
(Random fans from audience shout “Philly!”)
Romo: ”Uhh, Philly? I know in St. Louis they got this lady that always goes, ‘YI-YI-YI-YI-YI!!!’ the whole time. I’m Latino, and I don’t like that.” Cain: ”It’s not necessarily the whole crowd, but you’ll have those certain hecklers. Remember going to West Virginia with the Toast Man?” Romo: ”Duuuuude! ‘YOU’REEE. TOOOAST.’ Cain: “The guy would sit in the stands with a toaster, throwing toast at me. BURNT, burnt toast.” Romo: “‘YOU. ARE. TOOOAST!’”