bellyitcher

I honestly have no idea how I'm going to make it through this game. I'm already a nervous wreck. And the day is going by soooo slllloooooowwwwly. I don't remember 1982; I was five. 1985 and 1987 are a little clearer, but still pretty hazy.

Please be good, Weaver. Please pound the crap out of the ball, Pujols. Please win, Cardinals.