My dad’s been suffering diabetes & heart disease for most of the last decade.

I begged him to make it so that we could watch the Dodgers win a World Series together.

He died this year on a Monday evening. The Dodgers had lost a weekend series to the Yankees then lost a game to the Padres and I think he realized we weren’t going to win in 2019 and his heart just gave up on him. His last words were literally, “what’s the score” as he had slept through most of the game.

I will always irrationally and with great intensity hate the Astros, their players, their fans, their city, state, country & species and all things associated with humanity, mankind and the universe forever and ever and always. As is my right.

Everything sucks.

But there’s one silver lining saving me from the despair.

Whenever I get mocked for the fact that the Dodgers haven’t won a World Series in my lifetime.

I can respond not with pity or despair.

But with unbridled anger.

And only like 75% of the world will judge me because FUCK THE ASTROS.

this post was brought to you by way of stream of consciousness writing style, and not an emotional crisis. I’m fine, I just like writing exactly what I think as I think it and seeing where it goes. This one got kind of dark my apologies – there is no need to fret. This disclaimer was also stream of consciousness. I’m posting now