Friday, October 21, 2005

A 36-hour date is a truly wonderful thing. All hearts opened and all wines flowed. Shedd Aquarium, Soul Vegetarian, Alcala's. Etc. Etc. And then a little more etc. How much is a plane ticket to Minneapolis? Where can I get more Cowboy Equipment underwear? Inquiring minds would like to know.

36 hours or so until Game 1 of the 2005 World Series, starring your American League Champion Chicago White Sox. Some terms that apply to our team and it's fanbase right now: rare air, deep water, the big dance, unmarked territory, promised land. If you heard Bruce Levine and Ed Farmer's post game coverage on the night the Sox clinched, you have a little taste of the emotions running through Sox Neighborhood (we aren't exactly a nation yet...maybe city-state?) right now. There is more, but I know happy topics can be a bit boring. But you should know by now that we don't let ourselves think about manifest destiny too much at Ozzie for President HQ.

So, forgive us our big smiles today and tomorrow, and hopefully the day after that.

1 comment:

Wolfgang Pynchon said...

Jumping Jehovah Jirah!

I guess an impending Sox victory will bring even the phantom blogger out of the hole in the windy city.