I called my father at 6:15 MT, assuming the game was to start at 6:37 MT. The boys already had a 2-0 lead, so I quickly bid my father adieu and flipped open the laptop. 3.5 grueling hours of wine swilling, bases loaded jams, near home runs by the mighty Yankees and 4-years-taken-off-my-life later, I was able to howl with joy as "Papa Grande" sat down the mightiest of the mighty Yanks - Granderson, Cano, Rodriguez! Now we just need the Cards and Brewers to win their game fives tomorrow to better the odds of an all-midwestern Fall Classic. Could there be a Facknitz/Weidmann, Tigers/Cards clash the year before the wedding? And who, just who will Lindsay root root root for? Stay tuned....
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