How I Watched the Sox Game

On Saturday, that most perfect of fall days, I went here and bought this. Then on Sunday, I sat in my big comfy chair and ate it with chips and drank it with this. And, then this happened, which you already knew.

And, I became a White Sox fan right then and there because I married into a Sox fan clan and they are so very, very happy and because the Cubs haven’t done much like this lately and because I don’t like baseball enough to watch the whole season, that’d be boring, and because, frankly, it’s a great story and because I like that Carl Everett wanted to find his wife in the stands after the win more than he wanted to talk to the media.

In fact, certain members of my family believe that the White Sox trip to the World Series will fix the negative effects of this and this. I’m beginning to think they might be right.

Life is good.

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