It was a great game last night. Growing up, I was in boy scouts, and my scoutmaster who lived down the street was a huge huge huge Royals fan. He died of a brain tumor in the early 90's. While watching the Royals comeback, I could only imagine him out there in the crowd, cheering the team on. It made me kind of sad, but kind of happy at the same time. Sad that he couldn't live to see it, but happy to be reminded of a great neighbor, friend, and mentor.
Now.... tonight... GO GIANTS! (Though dammit Pittsburgh, why didn't you just win your division so we could have knocked off the Cardinals in the wild card game!). I am a Giants fan through and through but won't cry if the Pirates move on, so long as they keep advancing! I actually don't even care about anything this year other than I just want the Dodgers to lose, and lose badly. In embarrassing fashion
