8th inning...we were up 1-0. Then within a blink of an eye... we were down 2-1!!!!
They Braves don't deserve it!!! All their players are injured! Sanchy pitched a gem. They've won a World Series. This one belongs to us!! It's only fair.
I started punching things... Nui-nui got scared when she saw daddy lose his head. Mom had to take hide Nui-nui to prevent collateral damage. I hid myself in our room, punching this... punching that... (all soft stuff) and ended up spraining my wrist.
Stoopid Giants!! I hate loving you... and right now I love to hate you!!!!
9th inning... we're down to our last out. Down to our last strike. Why am I still tuning into the game??? Cuz I'm stoopid crazy enough to believe we can still comeback. Wagner is hurt. The Braves are vulnerable. And we had a former batting champ at the plate.
The rest... is history. Single... walk... single... error.... GAME!
Up 2-1 with Mad Bum going tomorrow.
Why am I still watching....? Why am I still rooting...? Probably cuz deep down inside... I believe....
Mood: tortured
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