. . . therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. — John Donne
Up yours Tampa Bay! I hope the sound of the Liberty Bell ringing in the Home Runs gives you a complex. I hope you wake up in a cold sweat with that sound ringing in your ears. I hope your headcase pitchers have to write some bit of Dr Phil advice under the bill of their caps to cope with those noises in their braincase.
Got a little too creative for your own good didn’t ye? Good. No manager wearing friggin’ earflaps and Hugo Boss glasses should ever be permitted to win a World Series game. Even if the umpires and broadcasters are on their side.
On another note, how beautiful is it to finally see fireworks at a World Series game? Can’t do that in a dome. Wankers.
In other news, today I stood on the spot where ground was broken for the Transcontinental Railroad. Oddly enough the spot is now inside the California State Railroad Museum in front of the first locomotive to haul a load for the Central Pacific RR – the Governor Stanford. It was all railroads all the time today.
I can’t tell you how happy I am to be back in the 19th century. For the past several weeks it’s been the 1920s through the 1940s. Finally I am back in a time period I understand.