Walking to the bus Friday morning I hear an update of Game 6 of the World Series and it takes me a moment to find that strange, seeing as it was on Radio 4 which is not known for sports coverage and furthermore in England where baseball is held in especially low esteem. Fortunately I had the presence of mind to yank the earphones away from my head before I got any of the details they were about to spill (at the time, I believe, it was the top of the 10th inning just after the Cards tied things up having been down to the last strike). I put myself into baseball exile and avoided emails from friends that would likely follow the Series until Saturday afternoon when, too sick from a sinus infection to go to the Swindon Beer Festival (but not too sick to do some CPP-coding) I fired up the 6th and 7th games (thanks, Pirate Bay) to have my own private double-header running in the background complete with half a crate of beer and some burritos.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about a Series that doesn’t involve Atlanta or a Chicago franchise but the only World Series game I ever attended was St Louis vs Kansas City in Busch Stadium on tickets comped by Augie Busch to liquor store managers in the county; the owners of my store took games four and five hoping to be there when the trophy was raised. The one I saw was St Louis’ first loss in the Series which they went on to lose in 7; no longer actually working at the liquor store by then, I had moved back to Atlanta to work in a not-quite-reputable business for some, erm, friends who had insisted I take the job a week earlier and drove up (twelve hours each way) to go to this one on the two days off they allowed me the next month. The Cards seem to be doing better, these days, as am I.
OH YEAH! The Pirate Bay fixed me up proper another time this weekend…Beavis and Butthead are back on the air in the States. I noticed they don’t have the “don’t try this at home” disclaimer anymore. Beavis was touched. Heh. Heh, heh. [I did mention I was sick all weekend, right?]
