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Yeah, Monday night, I made a short little trip to Tulsa to pick a friend up from the airport. Amazingly, I was able to pick up 850 KOA all the way in Oklahoma. The reason why picking up a Colorado radio station in the far corner of Oklahoma is that in the entire history of the Colorado Rockies, they have only made the playoffs once… until Monday night. In what has to go down as the best baseball game in history,¹ the Rox came away with a victory against the Padres. I know that it's wrong, and I shouldn't do it, but I ended up praying that the Rockies would pull through.

They did… in the thirteenth inning.

As I picked Marshall up from the airport and headed back to Siloam, I had to deal with the unfortunate misfortune of having my headlights die on me. Being late in the evening, we really had no choice but to wait for the light of day before we could travel back to Siloam. Anyway, I did the prayer thing again, but the lights didn't turn on. I felt like maybe I had used up all of my faith like a priest in Age of Empires. I felt like I could have good headlights or have my favourite baseball team advance to the playoffs. Since Marshall was the one who I was inconveniencing by making him sleep in a McDonald's parking lot, it meant a lot when he told me that I had my priorities straight.

Now that my favourite baseball team is actually good, maybe I can burn my Red Sox hat. I only liked the Red Sox because I was too ashamed to like the Rox. Plus, it was a gift from an old girlfriend who I would really like to forget.

1. Shut up! I'm young.