LET'S FUCKING GO BOYS, I AM eating the biggest pile of shit for doubting this team after that first game loss
And literally, it is shitty. I've been following the game on my phone the entire time since I was out with my wife and kid earlier and I knew I'd probably only be stressed as fuck watching this on TV (basically thought if we didn't win today that there's no way we'd win tomorrow). I'm seeing them tie it up and take the lead after we finish dinner and I'm getting the bath ready for my daughter. My wife leaves to get groceries, I'm doing a poor job bathing my daughter since I'm stressed just constantly refreshing the MLB site and this page as Melcancon tries to close it out.
I see he gets that crucial second out and I go to try and record the rest of it on the TV for the post-game stuff, I hear my daughter crying and see she's taken a huge hard shit and thrown it onto the floor next to the tub. She's done this once before and I figured it might happen tonight because she's acted like she's been constipated all evening. So I just spent the last 20 minutes cleaning that up with some bleach and finally putting her to bed and had a huge excited sigh of relief to see the BRAVES FUCKING DID IT.