After waiting 63 years for a championship, I'm not about to let one magical October convince me we won't find some creative way to blow this in St. Louis.

We didn't win a World Series last year by folding like a cheap lawn chair in the first inning, so I'm watching this team navigate like a ship that knows exactly where the rocks are.

Rangers look flat as a tortilla in the second inning against a Cardinals team that's got their number tonight, and we ain't scratching across a run before the eighth.

We haven't even finished the third inning and I'm already planning how I'm gonna lie to my kids about why Daddy's crying.

We didn't win the World Series last year by panicking in the fourth inning, and these Cardinals are about to find out that this Rangers team is a shark that tastes blood in the water.

We didn't win it all last year by folding in the fifth inning, and Corey Seager didn't sign here to watch us lose to the Cardinals at home, so let's pump the brakes on the panic.

Listen, we didn't win 105 games and a championship last year to fold like cheap lawn chairs in St. Louis in June, and frankly if this team can't score three runs in four innings against the Cardinals bullpen then we got bigger problems than tonight's box score, baby.

The Cardinals are playing like they remember how to win a World Series, and we're down four in the seventh, so this feels like one of those nights where our magic got left back in Arlington.

Look, we got the ring last year so I can take this L, but the Cardinals are doing that thing where they make you sweat in the 8th and I've seen enough baseball to know this either goes to extras or we steal it in the 9th and honestly the Vegas guys are already hedging their bets which tells you everything you need to know.

We didn't fly all the way to Busch Stadium to let the Cardinals walk us down in the ninth when we've got World Series swagger.

The Rangers are about to remember why we've won eleven titles and they're still trying to figure out how to get to five.

The Rangers are about to learn what happens when you come to a ballpark where we've been doing this since 1892, though I've learned not to say that out loud until the ninth inning.

We're only two innings in and I'm already mentally preparing myself for the kind of heartbreak that builds character and makes you question everything you thought you knew about baseball.

I've watched enough Rangers collapse in September to know this one's already over, but I've also seen enough of our bullpen to know I'm not sleeping well tonight.

The Rangers came to Busch on a summer night and that's a decision they'll spend the flight home regretting.

We've got the Rangers right where they want us, which means we've got them exactly where we don't want to be, but the Cardinals Way says two runs in five innings is basically a championship, so.

The Rangers have seen enough Cardinals baseball to know that three runs feels like thirty when you're chasing it into the ninth.

We're up four in the seventh, which means I've got exactly three innings to remember why I stopped letting myself feel things about baseball.

Rangers are about to learn that we don't blow two-run leads in the eighth inning at home, and if we do, we've got the kind of depth in the bullpen that makes other GMs weep into their trade deadline acquisitions.

Listen, we've got Sonny Gray on the mound in the ninth with a two-run lead and this Rangers team couldn't manufacture runs if they had a printing press, so unless something catastrophically stupid happens in the next fifteen minutes, we're walking out of here with a W tonight.