So today was the last day of playoffs in my fantasy baseball league. I was playing my brother this week and the winner goes to the Championship for a shot at 160 bucks. We were heading into this Sunday night with me leading 9-6. I already began celebrating around 5pm thinking I won but then I realized he still had one player left, Jorge Posada. All he needed was 2 RBIS from Jorge to beat me and head to the 'ship. So the Yanks are playing the Red Sox and here came Jorge in the bottom of the 8th with a man on first and no outs. Once he dug into the batters box I knew he was going hit a homer, just my freaking luck. And on the second pitch Jorge hit a blast into left center, it was over, every curse word I knew went through my mind. I never beat my brother in anything in life and for once I was praying I would beat him in a useless game of fantasy baseball. So there went Jorge starting to round the bases with his little smirk like he knew some loser at home just got his fantasy team ruined because of him. As I started to curse again, I realized maybe the center fielder, Coco Crisp, had a chance to rob it. YEAH! And when Coco jumped up to the fence and robbed that home run for me, I knew I had a new hero. Coco Crisp in my new hero, and he should be. God bless you Coco, God bless you. And F-U Jorge, don't ever smile at me again.

Update: I ended up losing the Championship 10-6 to some egotistical jerk named John. Freaking hicks.