Redbird flu

[muckefuck]

I might not make it into work tomorrow, or at least not on time. It's not just that they went to eleven innings, it's that the Cardinals lost and regained the lead something like three or four times--I lost count. I went from despair to ecstasy and I'm still too stoked to sleep. When Freese hammered home the winning run, I was pogoing around the den, completely heedless of the potential risks.

For fifteen minutes (in-between texting Nuphy, who caught the came at the Gage) I've tried to write up some coherent remarks and I'm getting nowhere. So it's time to calm myself as best I can and get enough sleep that I can drag myself through the day tomorrow.

And then end up back on the couch tomorrow night and do it all again.