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.