October 24th, 2004

Give me rock or give me death

Hey ho.

Summer has turned to Autumn. This can mean only one thing. World Series! Go Sox!

There has to be a reason why I was up at 5:30 this morning watching the baseball, I just can't think of one. It's one of the sillier sports, it's on a stupid time of day and I've never, ever played it. Maybe it's the archetypal Americanness of it, that is somehow harkens back to a gentler age. They've still got a manual scoreboard at Fenway for god's sake!

I suppose it's the nearest that the US has to morris dancing. A daft yet lovable pastime, rich in folklore and silly costumes, bad music and jumping about.