Friendly Confines
Well, that could have gone better.
I've been a Cubs fan since Blake convinced me that the White Sox were for superficial front-runners, that the Cubs were the only sound choice for a thinking person. I've been a Red Sox fan since I arrived in town for grad school and The Gerbil blew out the best Sox team in history. The ghosts of Don Young and Bill Buckner and Leon Durham and where's Bernie (Carbo) loom large. And, with John Burkett starting for the Sox tonight, there may be lots of beer to cry in.
Or not. Generations of beer and tears could be redeemed in the next few hours. It could still happen. Holy Mackerel.