I woke up at an ungodly hour of 5:30 in the morning after having the most wonderful baseball dream. I woke up at 5:30 and thankfully the internet gods were smiling down at me and I got to watch the bottom of the 9th inning on Gameday. I was F5-ing so many sites like crazy, and when I saw this post, I just stopped, sat there, and cried. It suddenly didn't matter that I've gotten less than 3 hours of sleep. For a couple of hours now, I've put away the panic over the 3 exams that I have this week. It suddenly didn't matter that this is probably Moose's last year of playing, his last year for the Yankees. It didn't matter that I wasn't able to watch this game. This horrible Yankee season was suddenly easier to accept.
Finally. Finally. For all the stock people put on round numbers, I am so happy that he finally got this. He should have been at 20 at least 4 or 5 starts ago, but that's neither here nor there. He's been so wonderful for the team, the shining beacon of 2008, having a masterful season at the age of 39. I'm just... I'm so happy. So, so, so happy. I'll be thinking about this all week, and nothing will seem sad after this. Nothing will be as stressful. There will always be a reason to smile.
MOOOOOOOOOOOOSE. I've watched you for seven years, loved you just as long, and God, nobody deserves this more than you. From halfway around the world, from one of the biggest fans you will ever have that hasn't actually seen you play: Congratulations.
After Mussina did a television interview after the game, he was the last player into the clubhouse and his teammates were waiting all together in the room to give him a standing ovation.
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Off to have pancakes for breakfast, look around a couple more baseball sites, and then get to studying some more. Seriously, best day ever.