I had a shitty day on Saturday, Brewers lose, Mets win and Nebraska still looks like Bill Callahan is coaching. We gave up 36 points at home to a hapless VT offense. How many will Missoura score on us? Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!!
But, I woke up a new man on Sunday. I knew it, just absolutely knew we'd win the Wild Card yesterday. It was just like last year for the Mets and I knew they would choke. I was so confident that I bought a bottle of champagne at Pick N Save.
From high atop my perch, 24 rows up in 407, I was getting a bit nervous after a couple innings. Reid even sent me a nervous text, but the Crew was only down one run and chances were good that one of the Cubs' carousel of relievers would cough up the lead.
The only sad thing is that I missed Braun hitting the ball. I was looking up in the rafters as stadium personnel were setting up for the celebration.
The champagne was fantastic in the parking lot!! All I have time for now, but finally in the playoffs!!!!