But last night was Game 6 of the World Series, and boy was it a doozy! Hubby & I spent the evening watching the game at my parents' house, because let's be honest...it's just more fun to watch a big game with other people. Hubby & my dad were hilarious with their bipolar attitudes of confidence and defeat, utter frustration and ecstatic joy!
We had all but written of a championship this year when Mr. David Freese steps to the plate and delivers the first miracle in the bottom of the 9th. Lance Berkman was responsible for the tying miracle in the bottom of the 10th...and then once again, in the bottom of the 11th Mr. Freese decided it was time for us all to go to bed. Walk off homerun!
It was seriously one of the most frustrating and emotional games I've ever watched...I'm just glad I'm not further along in this pregnancy. My Cardiac Cardinals may have sent me into early labor!
Game 7 tonight for all the marbles...I just hope that maybe Mr. Rally Squirrel will give us some momentum just one more time!