The win Friday made me so, SO happy. (Kevin Slowey...2 hits, 2 RBI, awesome pitching performance... allowing me to torment all of my friends who are Brewers fans...it was like Christmas!) But I refused to make a big fuss about it because I did not want to jinx anything.
But now that we've for sure won is series, I felt like I could bust out the Happy Dance. Just for a second.
Tonight I realize what a very good thing it is that the players cannot hear me when I talk to the television. Because in the heat of that 12th inning, I very exuberantly proposed marriage to Brian Buscher. It was awkward.
Oh, Brian Buscher. Thank you for being awesome. We are so very happy to have you back with us!
Here's a fun fact: Those Girls once named Brian Buscher the Player Most Likely to Cause Us To Fist Fight Each Other. We're generally pretty good at fairly distributing and divvying up favorite Twins players ("a Morneau for you, a Boof for me"). Last year I even traded away future Exclusive Potential Boyfriend rights to Garrett Jones for Exclusive Potential Boyfriend rights to Nick Blackburn. We're very professional about it. But we're both also very possessive of, and equally enamored with, Brian Buscher. It's a thing. We have to be very, very careful to keep him neutral. He is our Switzerland. Which is kind of why I immediately regretted proposing to him through my television screen. If Brian Buscher marries one of us, he has to marry both of us. And I don't really know how any of us feel about moving to somewhere that might be legal.
As for tomorrow, I need Scotty to remember how AWESOME last year was for him in Milwaukee. Channel that, please. And while I'm walking down memory lane: for that game, I sat next to four completely obnoxious female Brewers "fans" who, I swear to god I'm not making this up, cheered mistakenly for the Twins until the 6th inning when I finally felt morally obligated to point out to them that the Brewers were the ones wearing the white uniforms....that said "Brewers" on the front. Good times.