In Austin Texas, a figure was pacing back and forth in front of the TV, his hand running through his brown messy hair. It looked like he was about to break down from stress.
"Honey… Come and take a seat please." A feminine voice coaxed.
"Sit down!? How the hell can you sit down right now? That damn idiot gave up 3 runs when Ken worked his ass off to get them ahead." The man replied, clearly upset.
The woman let out a sigh, "Steve… Just take a seat please."
Hearing Tara's defeated tone, Steve realized that he might be overreacting a little. He sighed himself before taking a seat on the couch, though he let out a harrumph while doing so.
"It's just frustrating. I've never seen Ken so gassed on the mound, he must have been giving it his all out there." Steve stated, a worried expression creeping onto his face.
Tara placed a hand on his leg, patting him gently. "They're still ahead, there's no reason to get upset just yet." She assured him.
