Go Cardinals! It used to be go Red Sox when they were playing the Yankees, because the only team I dislike more than the Red Sox is the Yankees. (Such feeling of animosity are well-justified, I believe, especially considering that the Indians' payroll is around $40 million compared to a Red Sox payroll of $127 million and a Yankees payroll of a ridiculous $184 million.) Regardless, it appears that my powers as a fan are now spiraling out of control. I am unable to stop the Red Sox juggernaut that I created after the first three miserable games against the Yanks. Where were such formidable powers when the Indians were in the World Series in 1997? Why was I unable to overcome the dastardly Jose Mesa? These questions will plague me to the grave.

In an unrelated topic, I had the pleasure of visiting Conor Dugan '00 in Silver Spring MD this past Saturday afternoon. We grabbed brunch, I got to know his wife Laurel, and also got to meet his 2-month old Gianna. I then headed to Richmond to visit the Walshes. They prepared a wonderful meal that evening, but all that goodness was almost undone when we decided to play the board game, Battle of the Sexes. It is, quite possibly, the worst game ever. It did not help that Kevin and I were soundly defeated, either.

That is all.