I envision this scenario: team goes to the dugout, and Rocco goes to Correa.
“CC, I’m not starting Joey today and need advice on a plan B to tick everybody off. I miss people calling for me to get fired.”
CC: points up at the heavens, like on those special occasions when he gets a hit, “Rain delay, Rocco.”
Rocco rubs his hands together, in eager anticipation, and in his best Andy Serkis-as-Gollum voice, says “Yes, Precious!”
Yeah, that’s what happened.