Computer, your timing was exquisite

The Cubs blow a 3-1 lead in the top of the eighth but load the bases in the bottom of the inning.

And my computer goes haywire.

By the time I get it up and running again, Montero has hit a grand slam, the game is over, and the Cubs have won 8-4.

Hey. Better that my computer should choke in a clutch situation than that my Cubs should!

We lead the best-of-seven NLCS one game to none.