Once again, I gave up on the Cardinals last night. I went to bed after the 8th inning, with the Cards down by two, convinced that the baseball season was over.
When Becky’s alarm went off this morning, she asked me how it felt to wake up a loser, and we both giggled about it, resigned to what surely must’ve taken place last night.
She got up, took the dogs out, and went to the ‘Net to confirm what we already knew — that the Cards had lost.
And then she came running up to the bed, excited, and saying that the Cards had won. Of course, I thought she was kidding.
The Cardiac Cards came back not once, but twice, after we gave up and went to bed. They played for another 90 minutes after we crashed, coming up with a victory, and pushing into a Game 7 in the World Series.
I really can’t believe it. I just can’t. I’ve said it before, I’ve given up so many times this season, only to be proven wrong by this crazy comeback team.
I won’t be giving up tonight, and will be staying tuned through the very last pitch!