Essentially, the idea of waiting ten or fifteen years for the current commissioner to die so that he could fight for it at that point sounds depressing. Um, it totally does sound depressing. Why would she even think that he would... Oh, right. Batshit crazy.
Will: "What a sad thought that is. Losing what I love now to chase something in the future."
Celeste: "What do you love? You said losing what I love now."
Will: "My job!"
Celeste: "I make words not make sense. Simply by saying them."
Celeste: "I don't believe you. I don't believe you love it. What you love is winning. And you can't win big enough at Lockhart, Gardner. This is your dream. What happened to pursuing your dream?"
Will: "What happened to work? Not everybody can pursue their dreams. Someone has to work."
Celeste: "Whoa. That is so sad!"
Will: "Not especially."
They're both right. It's just harder to see it as a fair fight when you consider that baseball commissioner was his dream. Is that like, code? For a job that is actually fun? Like how Railroad Commissioner is also in charge of whatever, carnivals and puppet shows. Is it like that? I know Will loves baseball a great deal, but I have been thinking about it all week and I can't imagine what a Commissioner of Baseball would do all day. Is that a forty-hour week? Maybe he solves crimes or something the other six days of the week? Maybe The Commish was short for Baseball Commissioner. Maybe that's why Batman was friends with that one guy, Gary Oldman. Free tickets.
Obviously it was the original witness that did the shooting. Obviously that is true. Kalinda figures it out some way where the witness said something he couldn't have known from where he was standing, and then they're like, "Let's go talk to Cary," and then suddenly the guy is getting released.