Done.  The champagne is sweet, after great baseball.  Winning, by a bunch of tokers, is so sweet against the Bush machine.

i can imagine some fireworks and perhaps even some noise taking place within the city confines, that i love.  i can imagine there are some old fans who watched Bobby Richardson snare that liner which broke the hearts of the city.

Karin's here, and there seems to be a celebration.  

i can say, with a bit of perspective, that The Freak pitched, as he would say, fuckin awesome, and the neanderthals from tejas are sent back to their caves.

in the past months, i have seen some good baseball.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin