Even if I’m not engaging in my patented celebratory dancing and cheering, rest assured, on the inside, I’m happy for you. Really. It hurts a little, but I can be mature about this and say good job. Also, you crushed the Rays so good on you for that! My post-season goal of knowing, if not seeing, that Upton is somewhere crying like Jeter, has been realized.
So strap on your goggles, pop the champagne, and go to town. You deserve it.