"I got engaged last night and didn't even care!"

That's what a woman said this morning when she called into Preston and Steve to tell her Phils story.

That poor schmuck. He waited until after the Phils had won to propose to this women. She was so excited about the Phils winning, that when he asked her, she said, "SURE WHATEVER GO PHILS!"

That's one for the grandchildren.

I'm sleepy and cranky from last night. Other people's enthusiasm for the game just made me grumpy. I was bummed that I didn't get to partake in the festivities and had missed the final innings because of my pre-work nap and didn't get to go out and pretend to be a huge Phils Phan and get retarded and make an ass of myself (ok, ok... that last part is definitely not something I feel that I missed out on). But seriously, I'd just gotten to work, Gene called out and I was stuck with failure-at-life Justin, I'd missed everything, I couldn't play with everyone else, and I don't particularly care about baseball (I think I was just in a extremely bitter mood about the whole thing). Fake enthusiasm is extremely transparent so I faked idiocy instead.

Phan: GO PHILS!! WOOOOOO!
Me: Phils played tonight?
Phan: YEAH!!! THEY WON!!!!
Me: Oh great! Football right?

Everyone was smashed and didn't hear anything I said anyway. Might as well make the situation entertaining for myself.

I'm just glad they won, it's over, Philly is happy. Buy a newspaper ladies and gentleman, it might just be another 28 years!