The call to the bullpen has been made.
I get it, Kevin. I do.
Sometimes the grind can wear down your brittle bones into dust, and you've gotta call in the cavalry to make sure that this whole thing gets taken care of. A clarion call for help that echoes over the tubes of the internet has reached my ears, and as per usual I am more than happy to climb out of my bath tub filled with piles of cash and sapphires and rubies and bail you out, much like Cincinnatus before me.