UPDATE: I’m Calling It. Royals vs. Astros. Astros WIN GAME 4!!!! F what you heard. It’s as good as done. Break out the champagne.

UPDATE: Ahh damn. Ok, still feeling good.

UPDATE: FUUUCKKKKK. We still got this.

UPDATE: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????!!!!!!!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY?!!! I CALL ONE THING IN MY LIFE AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS.

UPDATE: NO WAY. Not possible that this is actually happening right now. This is a joke. This is a fucking joke. What are the odds? Christ almighty.

UPDATE: OK, OK. Here we go. Got them out. Such a stellar fucking performance. Astros up. Bottom of the 8th. Let’s do this you RAT BASTARDS. Making me look awful.

UPDATE: Well, shit. That was quick.

UPDATE: So it looks like I was a little premature with the call of the game folks.

UPDATE: Bottom of the 9th. Don’t let me down you FUCKS.

It’s closing time. Do this.

UPDATE:

FUCK.

Such a stellar performance calling that game. I’m actually impressed by the turn of events. To be honest, I’m still trying to process what just took place. One the worst flops in Astros history, I’m sure. I can’t be held responsible for that right? We can all agree? I’m just trying to do my part here and give them the old cheer. Go Astros go. Can’t be held responsible for that unspeakable fuck up. Won’t be.