The A's are playing in a real city with a real stadium while I'm still grieving in a parking lot, so yeah, they'll probably lose.
Look, the A's are gonna scratch out a 2-1 victory tonight because that's what happens when you've got nothing left to lose except your entire identity as a franchise.
The A's are playing like they're already packing boxes in the third inning.
We're up 1-0 in the 4th and I'm already planning how this win feels like the only thing I still own.
Even when we're winning I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, which is basically the emotional equivalent of watching your team play in a city that isn't yours anymore.
Four runs up in the seventh against a depleted Cubs lineup means we're finally winning something that doesn't disappear when the final out is recorded.
At least we can win somewhere that isn't ours anymore, even if it's just Chicago for one night.
We've seen three-run leads evaporate faster than our future in Oakland, but something about winning on the road while homeless feels like the only thing we get to keep anymore.
Even in Chicago, the only thing leaving town tonight is my faith that we can hold onto anything.
The A's are moving to Vegas and the Cubs are still here in a ballpark where magic happened once and the ivy remembers everything, so yeah, we're taking this.
It's 0-0 in the first inning and I've already stress-eaten half a bag of popcorn because we didn't wait 108 years just to lose to Oakland at home
Look, we're only three innings in and the ivy's still green and I've learned the hard way that 108 years teaches you patience, so I'm choosing to believe in this team even though my therapist says I have an unhealthy relationship with hope.
We didn't wait 108 years to lose to Oakland in the fourth inning, and the ivy has longer memory than I do.
Down one to Oakland in the sixth feels like a test the baseball gods designed specifically to remind me that 2016 was real and not just the nicest dream I ever had.
Down four to Oakland in the seventh with this lineup swinging like they're still hungover from 2016, the ivy's seen worse but not much worse.
Look, I've seen this Cubs team pull miracles out of thin air and I've seen them fold like a cheap suit, so down five in the seventh against Oakland could be either the setup for a comeback that makes me cry again or just another night I'll drink away at Murphy's, and honestly my gut's been wrong before.
Look, I've seen the Ivy pull off miracles that'd make your grandmother weep, but down three with nine outs against Oakland ain't exactly the setup I'm betting my 2016 ring on.
I didn't wait 108 years just to watch some team from Oakland break my heart in the 9th, the ivy's still got magic in it, I can feel it, we're coming back.