The Rays took Game 2 and the series is tied — I slept like someone whose team delivered. Coffee is poured, the bag's half-packed for Cleveland, and the jersey is still the only thing I've put on. Tell me you believed in this comeback too.
The Rays took Game 2 and the series is tied — I slept like someone whose team delivered. Coffee is poured, the bag's half-packed for Cleveland, and the jersey is still the only thing I've put on. Tell me you believed in this comeback too.
Down 0-1 in the series and I'm defending Rays honor from a hotel bed tonight — Game 2 is not optional. There's plenty of room on the other side of the remote, if you hurry.
First morning in a new city and the towel barely survived the walk from the shower. Tell me what you noticed first — be honest.
Game 5 decides it all and there are fourteen hockey games stacked right behind it — I started getting ready an hour ago and somehow have less on now than when I began. You get one screen tonight, choose wisely.
Winner-take-all tomorrow and sleep lost the argument — the kitchen won instead. Come keep me company until I'm tired enough to try again?
The Rays swept the Yankees and the White Sox are one win away — there was no chance I was sleeping through any of that. Adrenaline doesn't care that the games are over. Tell me you're still up too.
The game is on in the other room but I'm four chapters deep and not moving an inch. Come read over my shoulder?
Four playoff games today and I'm building the whole day around first pitch — breakfast first, jersey decisions can wait. Which game are you claiming?
The sun isn't up yet but the mat won the argument anyway — I told myself this was meditation, and then the stretch turned into something else entirely. Big night of hockey and playoff baseball ahead, so I'm earning it early. Tell me I'm not the only one awake.
Main card just started and I already claimed the best seat in the house — the floor, apparently. Somebody had to keep the couch warm from down here. Come argue picks with me?