4 hours to game time. I'm not ready. I'm just not ready. So much to do. Did I wear the right shirt today? Where's my '04 WILD CARD TOWEL?
Why did my grandmother come to town TONIGHT? What have I forgotten at work? Where is everyone? What am I forgetting; I know I'm forgetting something. Gotta win tonight. Gotta win tonight.
So dizzy. So tired. So pumped. I should be in St Louis. No. Not safe for anyone. Why does the game start at 8:28pm Eastern? Who sets this shit? Does this mean I have to watch 28 minutes of Jeanne Zelasko, the ugliest woman on television? Who knocked her up again? No, really.
I'm gonna have to start quitting my job during October if we're gonna do this every year. Ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman, ohman.