A has-been ex-baseball manager, politically connected to the current manager, who spends each game surreptitiously picking both his nose, and splinters out of his ass, with no other discernable duties.
Don Zimmer is bseball's quintesential bench coach.
In any game of pocket billiards, when one player has "ball in hand", as a result of his opponents foul, that first player misses his ensuing shot, even though he may place the cue ball anywhere on the table that he desires.
Donny, you fucking idiot, that's another Harvy. How can you miss that fucking shot?