[Phone rings, Cashman places turkey sandwich on plate, wipes mouth with pinstriped linen napkin, licks lips, looks at Hal Steinbrenner sitting across from him, picks up phone]

Cashman: Hello? 

Dr. Choknech: Hello, Brian. It’s Doctor Choknech, Nick Johnson’s wrist specialist.

[Cashman locks eyes with Hal]

Cashman: Oh, yes. Dr. Choknech. I’ve been awaiting your call. What’s your diagnosis? Will my designated hitter be ready for Boston?

[Cashman smiles, nods head in direction of approving Hal]

Dr. Choknech: Yes, I think so. Well, providing you see Boston in the playoffs.

Cashman: What? I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying?

[Hal stands up, runs left hand through stupid floppy hairdo]

Dr. Chokneck: Nick needs surgery. He won’t be able to touch a bat for at least 6 weeks. Then he’ll need at least another 4 weeks for rehab.

Cashman [Stands up at desk]: What?!?! You’re f__ing with me right Choknech?!?!?

[Hal grabs chest]

Dr. Chokneck [Voice obviously elevated/annoyed]: No Brian. Are you f__ing with me?!?!? Nick has never played a full season. NEVER. Not even in little league. You know that better than anyone. Don’t pull this s__t with me.

I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall!!!