Growing up, I rooted so
hard for the White Sox that, come World Series time, it was impossible for me
to be for the American League, which basically meant the Yankees of Mantle and
company. That changed only after I
became friends with an obnoxious National Leaguer. Nothing like being subjected to someone
endlessly extolling the virtues of Sandy Koufax to make those Robinson boys,
Brooks and Frank, look good.
Last night, I turned
into a kid again during game one of the Series, Giants vs. Royals. Hey, James Shields, can’t get the ball over
the plate? Oh, right, you’re not facing
the Sox. Hey, Nori Aoki, can’t hit,
can’t field? Oh, right, you’re not
playing the ChiSox. Hey, Kansas City,
get your collective heads out of your butts.
I’ve got a pizza riding on the Series with that obnoxious National
Leaguer from years ago.
If things don’t improve
by tonight, I may be hoping for a San Francisco sweep.
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