Ugh…

The World Series is putting a severe damper on my (until recently) newly carefully crafted sleeping schedule. Seriously, fellas… 14 innings? 15 relief pitchers? 440 pitches? The longest World Series game ever? It wasn’t even that good… it just wouldn’t DIE ALREADY. And neither of you are even the Yankees, so i’m a bit perplexed as to why i’ve been sucked in to caring about watching this year; yet there I am, at some early hour of the morning, yelling at the TV for someone to do something. 

Let’s end this thing tonight, Chicago White Sox, and win the World Series. (I’m still completely weirded out by saying that. I mean, the White Sox?)