Nobody cares what I drank at this point.
But since I said I’d tell you, in the end I stayed with the growler of Saison Brune all the way through tonight’s disappointment. The bad vibes from the beginning left me neither eager nor willing to open either the Double Bastard or WildDevil.
The Yankees are champions for the 27th time; the Phillies got to the sixth game of the final round one year after winning it all.
This is a team filled with players you can like without reservation. The season was great fun and only one other city had a better one.
I can live with that, not only because the glow of last year’s win still exists, but because I also know one other thing for sure.
They will be back.
Now, let’s kick the Cowboys’ asses Sunday night.
