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Well shit, guys. Our magic number is 3. THREE! Can you believe it? We’re only one game from clinching the Wild Card, but let’s face it, no one really cares about that anyway. Everybody knows that the Redlegs are going to be the division champions. The Reds beat the Cubs last night in a 6-5 victory in Chicago, effectively shrinking our number and bringing us one step closer to the playoffs (AND THE WORLD SERIES. Yeah, I said it. Long hair don’t care.)
Unfortunately, Skip wasn’t around to witness our victory last night, as he was otherwise engaged. AT THE HOSPITAL. Poor Dusty was admitted to the hospital yesterday for trouble breathing, and was diagnosed with an irregular heartbeat. I have a few innocent, tasteful jokes that I’d like to make about Dusty’s condition, and I would love to do that after the appropriate time has passed, because saying it now would feel like an awful case of bad karma waiting to happen.
Come on, guys. Save it for Valentine’s Day.
I made things really awkward and don’t know what to say now.
So, I’m just going to slowly back away.