A few posts ago, I joked about being bi-polar boy while watching this year's post-season. It's no longer a joke -- I've been up and down more erratically the past hour than I have been the entire season AND post-season up until now.

By the way, I'm being a bad dad -- I'm not TIVOing the game and putting Tank to bed on time like I have all other games this month that ran through his bedtime. Tonight, I'm waiting until the game is over.

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT, BUT..

Sadly, I now have to get the boy to bed (and myself shortly thereafter), but in spirit, I'll celebrating with everyone else in the streets of Philadelphia this evening. I'll find a way to celebrate on my own sometime later.