This Chick Crying Because Of Francisco Lindor's Grand Slam Is My Soulmate

I feel you, girl. I feel you. Fuck everybody who says “Its only game number 2!” Fuck everyone who says “its only baseball!” When you’re pregnant with baseball and the obsession runs as deep as it does for me and this chick right here, every time you blow a game in the late innings its soul crushing. I dont care if its April or October. When your bullpen has a lead and cant get the job done its a tragedy. Baseball is a long season and you cant get worked up about every loss. You give up 4 in the first and lose 6-2, relax. Calm down. Thats gonna happen. But when you have a win basically in your hand and just need 3 or 6 more outs and cant get it done, its an absolute night ruiner. Me? I’m Irish Catholic so I just suppress all my feelings of anger and sadness deep into my stomach. I just eat it. I explode on twitter and in real life I just kinda sit there and stare blankly and dont react. This chick right here? She sobs. She weeps like a baby. Everyone deals with bullpen losses differently and this chick’s go to is the waterworks. Dont hate it one bit. I actually love it. Thats true passion. This girl is 9 months Baseball Pregnant on game 2. My soulmate indeed.