I’m up to 85 percent—
    nachos defeated,
    dignity restored. (mostly)

You? Ambushed.
     All-Star dreams sidelined,
     Mari-moments drowned

     beneath the flood of closing emails.

So, I rallied from Irby’s—
     one screen for Mari,
     another for the Game
     updates flying fast…

     lighting up your phone like ballpark applause.

The game?
    Epic.
    6-6 to end the 9th,
    first ever swing-off finale. (mad or no?)

Because of course it was.

Wednesday is for recovery,
       rally caps flipped,
          smiles stubborn,
            slowly rising—

Ready to steal back what’s left of the week.

Game on, Mari.
     Let’s finish strong,
     laughing at setbacks,
     eyes fixed forward,
     always cheering you home—

     spirits rallied,
     smiles stubborn,

     week: reclaimed.