On Saturday night, I headed out to a local watering hole to participate in "Octoberfest". The festivities featured a various assortment of bands, most trying to relive their youth through playing the songs that echoed the halls of their respective high schools; a special selection of beers, most of which were largely ignored by the greater public in favor of the mega-brewery's glorified water; and a collection of TV's tuned into the nation's pastime, baseball.
Usually I would position myself in the best possible viewing location, this being the best time of the baseball season and all, but to this point this year's post-season has left me wanting more. The endings were predictable; the series, onesided. Maybe it was just that they couldn't live up to the excitement from last year's incredible October, but on that night, I hardly paid any attention to the TV screen and instead focused on drowning my sorrows at the bottom of a collection imported brews.
Since writing off October baseball that night, the 'Stros have climbed from a 2-0 hole to take a 3-2 lead, the Bosox have battled back from down 3-0 to 3-2, and the last three games have finished on walkoffs. It's not the White Sox, but it's the next best thing. I'll be watching every pitch I can, muting every appearance of Scooter, rooting for good baseball. The last 3 Yanks/Sawks games have all gone over 4:20 in length, which isn't exactly going to draw the casual fan, but to steal a phrase from McDonals; I'm lovin' it.
I guess I should explain the recent fascination with haiku.
I was having a AIM conversation with a friend of mine, who happens to play in a band. Where were discussing names for their newest album, and I suggested that the title should be a haiku. He thought I was crazy, but when I would only respond to him in the form of haiku, he started to get it. Suddenly, I was in the middle of a conversation where both of us spoke only in haiku form. I was surprised at the relative ease to distill a thought into a standard 5-7-5 haiku. Somehow, that carried over to the blog, and I think it's going to stay. I created a haiku archive
, which I'm hoping will eventually serve as an interesting summary/timeline of the White Sox and this blog. I'm not claiming to have any talent for it. In fact, I think that's why I like the haiku; it has defined rules, so I can't mess up.
Post season baseball,
Boston and Houston come back.
Yankees will still win.