The Punt of Red October

Now that Satan's Series has begun, I should have plenty of time to catch up with the ol' blog here. Take a minute or two to read the great post that I linked to above- it's from one of the best Mets blogs out there, and puts into words just how most of us who bleed blue and orange are feeling right now.

There is no way I can root for either team in this series. The lesser of the evils may be the Yankees, but only because of the fact that I now live in the Den of Iniquity (otherwise known as the greater Philadelphia area). Yankee fans may be annoying and self-righteous, but Phillies fans are downright insufferable. God forbid the Phils win this year and become back-to-back champions- the city will demand that Congress return to Philadelphia after over 200 years and proclaim it the capital of the United States of Philmerica.

But there's no way I can root for the Yankees either, not with their $200M payroll and their Bronx attitude and their claims of ownership to October, as if they were some baseball team emeritus who get to come back and play in the World Series whenever they damn well please. Not to mention the grief I'd get from Yankee fans for rooting for their team, proving in some way that my team wasn't worth rooting for in the first place.

No, there is no team to root for. I'll root against both teams, pray for rain every night, pray for more horrible umpiring that will surely make the loud, annoying fans of each team more loud and annoying, pray for snowstorms and bug swarms and all the plagues that have corrupted World Series past. And I'll pray for February 15 to come soon, so pitchers and catchers can report to spring training and redemption can begin.

Off to the races

The big weekend has finally arrived- heading out in the morning to Chicago for the marathon. Weather doesn't look stellar, but it seems like they've taken the rain out of the forecast so it'll only be the cold to deal with. Amazing to think that last year's race was run at 85 degrees, and this year will struggle to break the 50 degree mark.

Wish us luck- I think we're ready. If not, we'll be the youngest people riding those annoying motor carts in the airport on our trip home Monday.