It's World Series Time!

This is the time of year when Americans care about the World Series, which determines which baseball team will be the champion of the entire world, except for the part of the world located outside of the United States and southeastern Canada.

But the heck with that part. This is OUR national pastime, and that’s why the World Series arouses our passion, even if certain people don't normaly pay attention to pro baseball.

Why is baseball our national pastime? Because it is a metaphor for life itself. As John Kerry puts it: "In life, as in baseball, we must leave the dugout of complacency, step up to the home plate of opportunity, adjust the groin cup of caution, and swing the bat of hope at the curve ball of fate, hoping that we can hit a line drive of success past the shortstop of misfortune, then sprint down the basepath of chance, knowing that at any moment we may pull the hamstring of muscle inadequacy and fall face-first onto the field of failure, where the bugs of broken dreams will crawl into our nose."

Yes, baseball is very deep, although this is not obvious from looking at it. If you don’t grasp the nuances, baseball appears to be a group of large, unshaven men standing around in their pajamas and frowning, as if thinking: "My arms are so big that I can no longer groom myself!" Yet show the same scene to serious baseball fans, and they see a complex, fascinating, almost artistic look. Why? Because they have consumed large quantities of the drug "Ecstasy."
No, seriously, it’s because these fans appreciate the subtleties of baseball.

By the way, GO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!