Perhaps my text to Nate during game 6 says it all:
"11:32 pm. Top of the 11th. I've fallen asleep twice… At least one of us is up way past our bedtime."
and, because I am such a nice mom (and probably not such a good one), the next night for game 7:
I couldn't have watched the world series with a bigger (or happier) fan.
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