Shoutout To This White Sox Reliever That Yelled "I'm Fucking Like A Cat!" While Celebrating

Personally? I think it is a little bit ridiculous to be that excited after closing out the 8th inning of a one run game 1/10th of the way through the season, but I am not all that big of a baseball fan so I will be objective. After all, I am not nearly as concerned with the situation as I am with the mental state of the man in the situation. 

People will laugh at Matt Albers (who I didn't know of until right now, but have a new found affinity for) for screaming "I'M FUCKING LIKE A CAT!!!" and they should. They should just know that as ridiculous as I think the level of celebration is in this scenario, it couldn't possibly be more genuine. This is why people aren't interviewed immediately after experiencing the highest of highs. They are so happy, so overjoyed, and so elated that they literally can't find the words to speak for themselves. What I am saying is that Matt Albers doesn't think he's fucking like a cat, his emotion does. You never know what will come out of your mouth when emotion is talking for you. Maybe emotion is thinking about fornicating like a domesticated pet. Maybe emotion's voice cracks while exuding a child-like level of exuberance. I know from experience that the only predictable thing that is sure to come out of emotion's mouth is profanity. The rest is TBD until it's already too late. That last part where he says "...or something like that"? That's the 'WTF?' moment in which Matt Albers began to retake control of his own voice, because comparing his mating rituals to that of a stealthy, enigmatic feline while sounding like he is was in the process of getting neutered was as involuntary as speech gets without being the direct result of Tourettes. 


​h/t BustedCoverage