The whole moving on this is kinda hard. But as irrational as it probably is, I’m getting quite a bit of vindicative joy from watching my boys:

beat his guys:

For three nights straight. It is wrong for me to live vicariously through my team? And is it terrible that I think this is a sign that I am better than him? Not at all.

I do catch just about every Phillies game, but even my mom pointed out that I was sitting directly in front of the tv for the entirety of the three games, screaming while it was on and pacing during commercials.

This is my therapy.