I'm not sure what happened this weekend. Maybe someone slipped an optimism pill into my "Roy Rogers" this weekend (exactly like a shirley temple in every way, but for BOYS. I'm a Boy.), but I am feeling a fresh start coming on. Look out world, here I come!
Of course, anytime the weather starts to change, I seem to take on some new perspective and/or optimism. Plus, I start to notice parallels in society that echo this change. Take the World Series for instance. I mean, Texas v. San Fran? Now that's a FRESH match-up, wouldn't you say? I can't remember the last time we had a situation where both leagues sent darkhorse candidates to battle for that ugly ass trophy. Hmm...thinking...thinking...maybe that White Sox v. Houston series in 2005? Texas kind of reminds me of that White Sox team--they are on the magic carpet ride, getting great pitching and timely hitting. I dunno, it's not a perfect metaphor. If you want real analysis, I think ESPN may have a website or something, so maybe type those letters into your google machine and see what comes up.
Anyways, I think Texas wins, and wins pretty easily. I'll say Texas in 5. Cliff Lee is the MVP, and he wins games one and four. Really going out on a limb, I know. Anyways, I'm excited to watch. I kinda like both teams, but San Fran just seems a little too patchwork in the field to be champions. I know my Philly relatives would disagree with me today.
Lest you think it's all going to be roses all the time from here on out, there is one fall related item that I am not too thrilled with. It is the amount of scary movies on TV and in the theaters at this time of year, hoping to cash in on that halloween fad. Let me make this clear: I am a scared-y cat. I hate scary movies, they give me nightmares. There was a time in my life when I was scared of the board game "Clue". And no, I don't think I'm less of a man because I don't want to pay someone to frighten me. I get enough fear and anxiety in my everyday life, thank you very much. No need to pile on more just for fun.
For those of you who love to be scared, why not just go whole hog, follow Inspector Clousseau's lead and hire a manservant to hide in your house every night when you come home?
Now, to go hone my judo skills.
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