You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright."
Yeah, that's a much better quote.
It wasn't totally pretty last night, but I did have faith. This cover said it all when I stopped at the newsstand this morning:
So I'm feeling about 500 different emotions as I sit here at work, three hours before the first pitch of Game 7, trying to collect my thoughts, listening to AC/DC's Highway to Hell to get myself ready for another draining evening. Last night was so exhilerating, I feel like there should be a letdown.
Yet...I feel confident in this team. They ain't perfect, but what is in the tri-state area? I expect to come home with a 13-1 record this eason.
One last note about last night's game--the guy they got to sing the national anthem, Michael Amante, was good. I mean, it was still kind of cheesy, but damn, the guy belted out a rendtion that had me cheering. I even sang along with "God Bless America" in the middle of the 7th inning.
Now that may be the biggest surprise of the entire night.
Okay, off to sit in the place for the crazy folks--Section 8 of the upper deck.