It figures that the Phillies would play bonus baseball the night before I have to go back to work. And I was the dummy who decided to keep watching the game rather than take a shower or do anything to make it easier for me to get going tomorrow morning. I’m not actually upset, though, since I was rewarded in grand fashion. (I want so badly to link to Mayberry’s walk-off grand slam, but it’s not up yet. Get it together, MLB Advanced Media.)
My neighbors probably think I was murdered what with the way I screamed my head off when that ball left the yard, but they didn’t call the cops because they’re assholes. Wait, no, I’m glad they didn’t call the cops; I really wouldn’t want to have to deal with that crap.
I missed the moment on Twitter, though, because I was multi-tasking (for once) and organizing the papers that have been sitting on my couch for a year or so. (It’s one small step towards being able to sell the house.)
Okay, now that the adrenaline is finally wearing off I should really get to bed. My 5:15 alarm is going to suck.
P.S. The title of this post is [keysmash], if you’re interested 🙂