The win was awesome. It really was. But now every time I try to get excited about it, I feel a little sick to my stomach. Because the last time we got 11 runs and I got really excited, the Twins decided to...well...um....suck a little bit. For an extended period of time. And I was very, very sad.
I get a little skittish around possible negative patterns.
So, I'm not getting too happy. Yet.
I'm playing hard to get.
"Oh. You're all super adorable and score lots of runs and stuff? That's.....nice. I hadn't really noticed. But, um....good for you. Ok, talk to you later."
When really, inside I'm all "ILOVEYOUALLSOMUCHTHANKYOUFOR WINNINGPLEASEDOITAGAINTODAY!*pant*pant*pant*"
But on the outside? Cool as the proverbial cucumber. Seriously.