Once is a Fluke. Twice is a Problem.

I did it again.

For those of you who don't have the pleasure (yet) of following my random thoughts on Twitter, let me explain. After the Cubs neglected to score in the bottom of the 8th of today's game, I turned it off.

"Screw Smarj and whoever the hell that guy is who pitched after him," I yelled to no one in particular.

As a refresher, I am also the idiot who saw the Cubs were well in front on Sunday and decided Generation Kill was a better option than the first no-no in in my lifetime. So, obviously I had history on my side.

To be honest, I had better things to do then to listen to the final outs of a frustrating game that they should have won. I mean, my status on Facebook isn't gonna update itself people!

So when my lovely bride sent me a text around 4:45 today saying, "I wish I was at this game!" I knew I was in trouble.

Thankfully, I had just turned down my volume on the only good investment I have ever made, MLB Gameday Audio. As I turned it back up, Soto flew out to the wall in the 11th, followed by a dreadful start to the top of the 12th. Runners on, Kerry on fumes. Not good times.

So I made a choice. I made the only choice a totally neurotic, overly-obsessed, semi-OCD Cubs fan could make.

I closed out of the broadcast and waited, knowing full well what was at stake.

If the Cubs lost, the impact on I have on wins and losses by watching/listening was negligible at best.

But if they got out of that 12th inning jam and then managed to win...fuck.

We all know the result.

I'm screwed.

Go Cubs.