I have not watched an inning of this year's world series. Nor have I read a printed word or listened to a radio broadcast.
When talking heads turn to baseball, I turn to Crown Royal.
My prediction is obvious: I'll be dumbfounded if the Cardinals win a game.
The good news about this is that the lice-bearded uglies won't get to jump around to the gleeful tumult of their own fans.
Fenway will miss the celebration. More importantly, I will miss the celebration.
In a week, we can move on to next year.
The problem is; I don't see a different outcome in 2014.
So I plan to keep on drinking.
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Wacha, Wacha, Wacha!!!
Obviously, the Cardinals did win a game, but while Boston had to resort to spit/vaseline/rosin-balling in Game 1, the Cardinals had to cheat in their own way in Game 2:
"Carlos Beltran, injected with a painkiller, came through with a huge hit."
So you can numb your body so it doesn't feel pain from an injury, but you can't use a drug to recover more quickly from an injury.
This is the down-is-up world of MLB today. I assume greenies are still allowed as long as you're quiet about it. And,, of course, caffeine in large quantities. Just nothing to actually make you heal.
Oh, and about Mr. Beltran:
"In a major shift, the Food and Drug Administration recommended new limits on prescriptions for widely abused narcotic painkillers like Vicodin and Lortab."
But it's OK, FDA! We have a doctor in the clubhouse!
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