At this point, I’m just hanging on for the ride.
My shift at work starts at 10 AM tomorrow. I work in a place that does not allow for just streaming the game to watch. I can’t call out sick, because my bosses are not idiots. One of them was right there with me in the bleachers for the Perfect Game.
Tomorrow is going to be one of the hardest shifts I’ve ever had to work. Damn day baseball.
Don’t look ahead. Don’t jinx this. One more game, that’s all. History awaits.