I caught my wife writing on FB during the game "there's a maniac inside our house. I need a sleepover someplace. "
There is a great deal of tension in our home during these games. I also think our cul de sac neighbors are getting tired of me running outside and screaming "how f-----g blind and an ass licking brainless and blind a hole of a hole umpire be when the s---pitcher throws the f-----g ball a half mile outside and he calls it a strike."
Then after the final out I run outside and yell "WORLD SERIES, WORLD SERIES BABY, WORLD SERIES", but no one comes out to join me in my celebrating. Well someone did -Pepper, my dog. She was almost as excited as me. So much so she took a big poop in the middle of the street.
