The cup of rum was an offering for you, baseball gods, yet the Dodgers still won.
You have to love the empty seats behind home plate at Dodger Stadium, too. There's no excuse. Traffic? Leave earlier. It's the playoffs. And if that doesn't mean anything to you, give those tickets to someone who gives a damn. I don't think that Dodger fans are the worst fans in baseball; I'm pretty sure that the Dodgers have the lamest collection of high-roller fans in any sport, though.
Here's to a better day. Go Cardinals. Go, uh, markers of an economic uptick as measured by hot dog sales in the Angels/Red Sox game. And go, uh, asteroid hurtling down toward Philadelphia.
Man, this collection of playoff teams is a drag.