Friday, October 28, 2005
The Sporting News
Well, the White Sox won the world series, and frankly I'm just glad that no one vandalized my car. I did hear some people run out into my street screaming immediately after the victory, but that sort of thing happens once or twice a week anyway in my neighborhood. That's just how we say hello. I suppose it's all very exciting to have a winning team here; they even put big plastic Sox caps on the lions outside the Art Institute. But I'm not particularly feeling it, myself. I'm just waiting for Curling season to begin!
Actually, now that I think about it, there will be a Winter Olympics coming soon. That's kind of exciting. I think watching the luge narrowly beats watching repeats of Crossing Jordan. I mean, at the very least I love spandex bodysuits. I'm wearing one right now.
Big Halloween weekend here. Parties to attend, candy to digest by the pound, apples to bob for, no doubt. Of course, as you'll recall, the holiday has been effectively ruined for me by crass commercialism, so I'm having a hard time getting pumped. Oh, and our pumpkins have started rotting. Strange liquids are emerging from them. But I don't discriminate; all of us will end up that way eventually.
Well, the White Sox won the world series, and frankly I'm just glad that no one vandalized my car. I did hear some people run out into my street screaming immediately after the victory, but that sort of thing happens once or twice a week anyway in my neighborhood. That's just how we say hello. I suppose it's all very exciting to have a winning team here; they even put big plastic Sox caps on the lions outside the Art Institute. But I'm not particularly feeling it, myself. I'm just waiting for Curling season to begin!
Actually, now that I think about it, there will be a Winter Olympics coming soon. That's kind of exciting. I think watching the luge narrowly beats watching repeats of Crossing Jordan. I mean, at the very least I love spandex bodysuits. I'm wearing one right now.
Big Halloween weekend here. Parties to attend, candy to digest by the pound, apples to bob for, no doubt. Of course, as you'll recall, the holiday has been effectively ruined for me by crass commercialism, so I'm having a hard time getting pumped. Oh, and our pumpkins have started rotting. Strange liquids are emerging from them. But I don't discriminate; all of us will end up that way eventually.
