My wife came into the den as I was writing on the computer some stuff about kentucky fried chicken littles somewhere around the third inning and watching the game on the tv and she was all confused and staring at me like WTF is going on with you I have never seen you like this why are you so happy your face looks like it did on our wedding. So then i stopped writing and I had one of my best rants of all time. And she totally got what I was saying. And then commented on all I had said. Fuck me I almost wet my pants. Its sometimes hard to explain to people when they ask you why you married a person. Im too weird for my own good, I cant just say the simple obvious answers that are expected because I dont feel those are the truth. They are true, but not The Truth. The truth was that conversation about the difference between baseball and all other American sports. And she did not think I was being racist or whatever. How much focus, preparation and hard work it takes everyday to practice your hitting but more importantly your fieldwork. That if you dont work hard at it every day you will lose control if you are a pitcher and lose plate discipline if you are a batter. And she understand the point I was making about things far more than basketball but on a socioeconomic level and more important intrapersonal level. Then we went into what Dodger stadium truly is. What it means. And she totally got how it is hollowed to those like us. Then we went deep into what the Dodgers are. And what this moment means. Then we talked about what the fucking Cubs are. But that lasted a few seconds cuz fuck the Cubs. But that got me singing about our Cubanos on the team. And my favorite Cuban of all time. Yasiel "EL NINO" Puig
Darth just called me and i seriously couldn't even speak kept asking me "are you there" so fucking happy
Glad all it took was an NL championship and 11-1 clinching game. If only something had happen during the season to show how good we are.