The Cardinals win.
I don’t care. You can’t make me care.
My dad: “No one saw this coming.”
I don’t care.
“It’s a real underdog story.”
I. Do. Not. Care.
“I do feel sorry for Nolan Ryan.”
I DON’T CARE!
“I wanted a good series, and once they won last night, yeah, I wanted them to win.”
“Plus the Red Sox beat the Cardinals. That’s the field where they won their first one, remember.”
Nope. STILL DO NOT CARE.
Allan Craig, you should be Jacoby Ellsbury.
Nolan Ryan, you can be my pen pal. If you want.
I’m just excited that I have been watching sports for like, an hour, and NO ONE HAS MENTIONED THE RED SOX.
I wish they weren’t wearing red. It… Just a glance and it’s almost like…
I’m okay. I’m okay.
I am going to go drink champagne in my childhood room and cry.
“Oh, but to be a Texas Ranger’s fan and to be ONE STRIKE AWAY from it, two times,” Dad said.
Can we go back to Nolan Ryan crying now? I don’t want to be alone.