I love the idea of them coming across each other approaching the mound.
"What are you doing here?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm pitching, dipshit."
"Um ... nobody told me I was out of the game."
"And you didn't see me coming into the game?"
"I didn't see shit, man. The lights were out."
"Did you think maybe the lights were out because I was coming into the game?"
"Maybe they were out because nobody wanted to see you pitch."
"I didn't just give up a grand slam."
"Yeah, because you weren't pitching. And you know, I'm still not convinced you are."
"Well, I am."
"And I'm to believe that why? Because, you know, Austin Warren isn't here to bail you out anymore."
"Just go back to the dugout."
"Why? Because you say so?"
"Because the bullpen phone rang, and it says so. Do they not have phones in Cuba?"
"Oh, look. Here comes the ump. He says I'm the pitcher and you have to go back to the bullpen."
"Fuck that. I'm going to the dugout. You get one batter and then I'm coming back out here."
"Whatever. Hold on. We'll turn out the lights for you."