What I want you to know. Which is everything.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Sometimes... Okay, every year between the months of April and October, I ask myself over and over, "Will this be the year? Will this be the year?"
Well, gosh-darnit! This is that year! It is about time, I'm telling you!
Thank you, boys, now let's go to Chicago and do it again. They're all saying you can't do it again, which of course means that you will.
I guess I like Pujols again. I've actually forgotten what I had against him in the first place.
World Series, Baby! Here we go!