Quick Thoughts : Al Fritz - Not a Good Blogger
I don't know. Start drinking?
Anyhoo, I apologize. Now on with the show
My buddy Josh sent me this little e-mail today:
But here's what I'm thinking about for this year's October: If the Cardinals don't win the World Series, what's the fucking point.
I had fun last year. Making it to the Series was fun. But it's almost as if I still won't have full closure until the Cardinals win it all.
I'm trying to not get my hopes up too high, though. Yeah, if the Birds win it this year, the last two years probably rank pretty close to the top for back-to-back seasons by a Cardinals team. I still say this 5-year stretch is a better 5 year run than any Cardinals team has ever had, and all it's missing is a World Series win. (Yes, the current period is better than the gas house gang, better than the watered down 1940's, barely better than the late '60's, and definitely better than the '80's. And that's a fact, jack.)
I think what I'm getting at is that if (when?) the Cards make the Series, I don't think anyone is going to be "happy to be there." Myself included.
Less smiles around the StL. More Tony LaRussa faces.
Counting my chickens before they hatch? Yes. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't.
This week's McSweeney's fix. God I love that site. Genius.
Am I the only one who is expecting Al-Jazeera to release a video of Usama Bin Laden sitting in front of some sort of black and white TV with an old school nintendo controller taped to it acting as if he's controlling the hurricanes? Now THAT'S propaganda!
Wow. How did I not know about this site. I kind of miss Phish. I don't miss paying $3 for a grilled cheese sandwich, but I do miss the people.
The Lady Friend and I are headed up to Peoria this weekend (nothing like a road trip during a gas shortage, huh?) for a little festival. What kind of festival? St. Philomena's Fall Festival, of course!
Yes, my old grade school and neighborhood church is throwing their annual fall fest this weekend. There really is nothing like going back to the old neighborhood, maybe riding the tilt-a-whirl, listening to some live crap-rock, and settling in in front of the ol' beer tent.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: If you didn't grow up in a neighborhood and you're not Catholic, you're life sucks.
Have a good weekend.