Welp, that was filth
I though Chip was about to declare allegiance to the anti-Christ, but he was just telling us the score. 6-6
I'M FEELING THE MAGIC.
(No, wait. I just spilled my Diet Coke in my lap. Sorry.)
I'm thinking Heyward with the walkoff, unless Blevins pitches to him
Only if they bring the fences in front of Desmond.
I would have had Pena try to bunt for a hit.
I'm thinking a blooper where Harper does a barrel roll and the ball rolls to the wall
Chip said the word "crack" with such love.