I often worry about relief pitchers getting lonely. They are the only group of players who get physically separated from the rest of the team, and sometimes they don’t even get to pitch! Imagine if you’re a reliever and your best friend is a starting pitcher. He’s not throwing that day. You think you’ll get some quality time with him on the top step of the dugout, ragging on the Angels and spraying sunflower shells with reckless abandon.
Then, what’s this? The manager has the nerve, the unmitigated GALL, to ask you to do your job?!?! All of a sudden you have to jog all the way from the dugout to the bullpen (in front of thousands of people, no less) just to sit there and watch the game from a different part of the park?