At 3:15 PM, what was shaping up to be the worst sports weekend in my life took the greatest turn it could have ever taken. Who ever said Ryan Braun is not clutch? I have been hanging on every pitch since Thursday. The 80 year old guy standing next to me in the right field corner was crying after Braun's slam on Thursday. On Friday I got to enjoy the victory and Weeks HR with some of my best friends. Then came Saturday. The Mets win, the Brewers look relatively lifeless against the Cubs JV squad, and the Badgers loss was one of the most vomitious (that should be a word) second half collapses I have ever seen. Today, I stopped watching the Packers at halftime. Was flipping between the Brewers and the Mets game on TBS. I thought of leaving to go hit some golf balls because I was way too worked up. When Beltran hit that homer, my stomach sank. Then one of the most despised Brewers of all time, Wes Helms, puts the Marlins up. Then Braun became the man. I didn't know what to do. I jumped up ran around the house, ran out side and started throwing the dogs toys up in the air. They were excited since I was running around yelling like a goof, it ave them permission to run around and bark like goofballs. They were belting out the best barks a Lab and a Lab mix could give. CC tempted fate by wearing a Wild Card hat immediately after the game, but the Marlins are our friends.
Finally, I would like to point out that Corey Hart is a complete loser. That AB in the 7th was just poop.
Finally, Finally, I just wish my Dad was still alive so I could celebrate with him. I was too young in 82 to experience playoff baseball with him. I remember sitting on his lap and watching the games, but I don't remember what happened. The love of baseball we both had is what allowed us to bond so well. For those of you who have kids, enjoy this experience. Who knows, it could be 26 years until it happens again. Lets hope not!
Anyhow, Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! And I'll see you at Game 3 on Saturday!