So I just got in a mother fcuking argument with my wife and I'm watching a mother fcuking Giant's game.  The Padres are winning but I'm reminiscing about a great mother fcuking season.  I can't take this.  I hate the mother fcuking Giants, I love this mother fcuking wine, I love me some mother fcuking wins and I don't feel like I can gets me enough.  Look, I work for a living.  I work really fcuking hard.  I'm talking 50-60 hours a week, then come home to a wife and daughter (beautiful)....(bothem')  and all I want is some baseball that represents me.  Here we are.  I'm rambling on like a mother fcuking drunk....not because I've been drinking, only because I've drank 2 bottles of wine.  I need a mother fcking win.  I need a mother fcuking season to represent my life.  I play baseball.  I know how this shit goes.  I go 2-5 and I dwell on it for a week.  I miss a ball in the gap.  A ball I run down and just miss, I'm talkin' my laces were on it, and I dream about it for a week.  I know baseball.   Baseball represents who all of us are.  I wanted to go to the TG statue for the meet up but I was with my pops-in-law 15 rows behind home plate.  I couldn't leave.  Deno hit that double and I went nuts.... MOTHER FCUKING NUTS.  This is what makes us feel nuts.  I feel mother fcuking nuts.  I love baseball.  Padres, look what you've done.  We need this.  Just play hard.  Don't give up.  Baseball is 6 months of agonizing work, it tests the deepest parts of our souls and for some reason, we laugh.  Give it everything you've got.  Make us proud.  This has been the best season evar and I'm so mother fcuking proud to be a mother fcuking Padres fan.  WIN IT ALL OR WIN IT ALL LATER.  I just love the Padres.  You know what I mean, right?  This all made sense, right? AMEN.