bottom of the ninth
Me: how are you enjoying your staycation?
Me: This sounds like a stress dream. You're saying that your staycation is an actual nightmare.
Ry: Basically. I'm up there trying not to cry because I'm waaaaay out of my league, just having my ass handed to me, and I'm hanging out there in the wind all alone.
Me: You're not alone, babe. I'm here.
Ry: Yeah. You're the pitcher who I'm relieving. You're sitting on the bench with ice on your arm. And every time I look to you you're like, (shrug) "just keep going!"
Me: Yeah... That's pretty much accurate, actually.
Ry:
I know.
Me: You should go back to work.