I don't even know what to do. I can't sit down. I've been living and breathing it for 25 years with my stepdad, the man who had the good sense to get my ass to the Dome just as soon as he met me as a little kid. Tonight I had the distinct pleasure and privilege of sitting next to him in my living room - with two young sons of my own snoring nearby - and finally watching the good guys knock down the damn door and get it done. Someone slap the shit out of me, because I'm afraid I may already be halfway content. My tune will change by Saturday, I'm sure, but right now I don't care - THEY GOT THERE. There will be a NATIONAL LEAGUE PENNANT on the wall at the park next year. I'm hoping for more, really I am, but I just don't care right now. I am so unbelievably fucking happy.
Fuck the Jakes. Fuck Fox. Fuck the trolls who will now disappear until next year. Fuck anyone who wrote these guys off, and fuck the rest of the world who just doesn't get it.
Thanks to the blood and mud. Thanks especially to Roy. Thanks to every last one of you for having some perspective and keeping your damn heads on straight since Monday night. And thanks to the BBGs, who allowed game 5 to forever be a fairly meaningless footnote in my memory.
I'm going to go finish the bottle of Jack I've been saving. And if I get fired tomorrow for it... well, I'll just have more time to relive tonight here with you all. Goodnight, LaGenius. Goodnight Pooholes. Goodnight LA Jimmy at Anaheim. Enjoy the fucking golf. Bitches.