THE PHILLIES WON THE PENNANT!!
Oh man, was that exciting or what?? Small ball! I love small ball. I love hits that drop into the outfield, that bring a man home. I think I enjoy that more than home runs.
I, erm, actually didn't see the end, and what I assume was a celebration in an almost-silent stadium. Chris and I were snoozing on the couch by then. But hooray anyway! I almost started to tear up on the ride in this morning, listening to everyone on the news, yelling and hollering and filling the streets.
We also watched some of the debate during the commercials. (I'm still getting used to DKNJ, the man who has never voted, being all hype about this stuff. "Can you turn it?" he'd ask, 0.005 seconds after every third out.) McCain looked terrible. Pale and sickly, and grimacing and smarmy. And his eyes! They're too dark. He looks like a shark. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. The faces he was pulling whilst Barry spoke were terrible. Does he not know what he looks like? Man. Just three more weeks and this will all be over.
Happy Thursday everyone!