And if he thought it was challenging before, trying to clone himself when he had a working cell phone, on Tuesday he discovered it was practically hopeless without one.
You see, the GM awoke to find his last link with the rest of civilization had been shut down without notice. And that's a conspiratorial subplot that might just sum up the insanity of Colletti's life over the last 3½ weeks.
Who turned off that cell phone? Not the phone company. Not his new team. It was, instead, his former team, the hated Giants. And they were able to knock him off the airwaves for good reason.
Because they happen to be paying for that cell phone. Which they handed out to him when he still worked there. Which he hasn't had time to change since the Dodgers hired him. And which he has been using to assemble a team whose main mission in life is to beat the Giants. So, hey, who can blame them?
"Of all the days in the year to have your cell phone shut off," Colletti laughed, "how about this one?"
By dinner time, though, he'd managed to get his dial tone back. Which merely allowed him to turn back to the next 7,500 items on his to-do list.