'You want answers?'

Spin Doctor: You want answers?

Fanboy: I think I'm entitled to them.

Spin Doctor: You want answers?

Fanboy: I want the truth!

Spin Doctor: (shouting) You can't handle the truth!

Son, we work in a front office that has thin walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with big mouths. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. Beat Writer? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.

You weep for Theo and you curse the front office. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not leaking what I know: that Theo's leaving Boston, while tragic, probably saved the team money.

And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, makes money...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about on Lansdowne Street, you want me in that office. You need me in that office.

We use words like leak, spin, smear... we use these words as the backbone to a life spent dropping dimes. You use them as a headline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fanboy who rises and sleeps in a $150 player jersey of the not-exactly-free agent I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide him!  I'd rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a Red Sox Nation card and buy some Championship Sod. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

Fanboy: Did you break the circle of trust?

Spin Doctor: (quietly) I did the job I ....

Fanboy: (shouting) Did you break the circle of trust?

Spin Doctor: (shouting) You're goddamn right I did!!