Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

I really didn't expect my gender would end up being so thoroughly Midwestern Dad, but here I am relaxing after a busy week at work by drinking a beer and yelling at the sportsball on TV.

The British coverage of MLB is a little better now (there is some play-by-play!), still annoying and weird, but then the official commentary probably is too heh.

I've had a fun and surprisingly chill evening (D is out and I worried that Gary would squeak forever but he took himself to bed early and has been an angel; every time I yell too loud he looks up like "are you okay? can I assist?" and I have to reassure him and tell him to go back to sleep) watching some Game 1s of the division series: Tigers @ Guardians and now Mets @ Phillies.