Reds Manager, Bryan Price, Impressively Drops 77 F-Bombs In Media Session

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Bryan Price: I just want an answer on how we benefit from them knowing that Devin Mesoraco isn't here.

C. Trent Rosecrans: I don't think you do and I don't know that that's my job.

BP: Your job is not to sniff out every f****** thing is about the Reds and f****** put it out there for every other f****** guy to hear. It's not your job. You want me to be candid with you? I've been candid with you. I f****** talk to you guys like men, I tell you what the f***'s going on with the team, I tell you how I'm feeling as candidly as I can and then this s***? You've got to watch this f****** s***? I've got to f****** read that on a f****** Tweet on our own people in here that we don't have a f****** player? How the f*** does that benefit the Reds? It doesn't benefit us one f****** bit. God **** we try to go out there and win f****** games and I got to come in here and then you guys f****** blow it all over the f****** place? Who we can play? Who we can't? I'll tell you what you want to know, I'm not going to f****** lie to you. I didn't tell you f****** s***.

CTR: You did not lie to me and I appreciate it.

BP: Ah, f***. I'm just, I'm f****** p****** up a rope in this f****** business. Because everyone has to know everything all the f****** time. That's not my f****** obligation, it's not their obligation. You know why f****** Billy Hamilton didn't f****** play? The other day? Because his f****** finger's hurt and he couldn't hit right-handed comfortably. Right? So that's something that I need to know and no one else needs to know. No one else needs to f****** know it, and all of a sudden it's out there. His f****** fingers are sore. It doesn't benefit us. It wasn't from you, but it doesn't benefit us one bit to f****** announce to the f****** other teams that we're playing to bring in lefties when they need to f****** get Billy out. There's no benefit. So, I'm f******, to be honest with you, I'm f****** sick of this s***. I'm sick of listening to this f****** s***, I'm sick of f****** the f****** second-guessing b*******, you guys can do whatever the f*** you want, but I'll tell you this — I'm not going to f****** tell you everything about this f****** club, because you f****** guys are going to out there and sniff it out anyway. I don't f****** like it one f****** bit. I bend over backwards to be honest and direct with you f****** guys and you stick it right up my f****** a** — and the f****** team's a**. And I'm sick of it. What do you got? If you don't got anything, get out and I'll do this f****** interview with Marty. You don't have anything? Just get out, please.

A lot of people will say this tirade was unnecessary. A lot of people will say it was uncalled for. A lot of people will say that the media has a job to do, and that coaches and General Manager's should not interfere with the completion of that job. Well, in my best Bryan Price impression, fuck all that! I have always wondered how professional coaches deal with the series of downright dumb questions they are asked on a daily basis. That's especially perplexing for a sport where the general manager has to a new game's worth of decisions to answer to each day. Well, I guess I have my answer. They don't deal with it. They internalize their anger until it showcases itself in a 5 minute monologue that would make George Carlin blush. 

In a way, Price's profanity laced rant was just as beneficial to the Reds media as it was cathartic to himself. Sure, it's degrading to sit there and have a grown man tell you that you don't know how to do your job with a few thousand expletives mixed in. However, I bet you won't make the same mistake twice. Bet C. Trent Rosencrans will give every single question he writes down on his notepad a second thought before he even thinks about presenting it to Bryan Price. And really, a grown man that goes by the first name 'C.' deserves every 'fuck' that has ever been directed at him. Regardless, his rant wasn't just a 5 minute therapy session. It was used as a tool to make every press conference going forward far less excruciating. The thousands of dollars he will undoubtedly be fined, as well as the wave of public backlash, are a small price to pay for a season of relative serenity. 

You know the more you listen to that interview, the more impressive it is. Not because of the sheer quantity of profanity, but his ability to maintain a level head throughout. It's one thing to drop a well placed 'fuck' to get your point across, but once you venture into double, and nearly triple, digits you stand the risk of your repitition and anger overshadowing your point. For a diatribe that featured as many 'bleeps' as actually words it was pretty well constructed. As an expert in the field, I think it's fair to say that the obscenities, as well as the general theme, did a pretty solid job of complimenting one another. Ask anyone that has ever ignored me. It's not easy to keep an audience's attention when your content is fuck-centric. Although I suppose it helps to have a microphone in your hand.