It's official (or "Rolen on the River")

Thanks to their gutsy vanquishing of the Houston Astros last night, I'm going (with a lucky-ass guest) to WS Game 4 on Wednesday night. Cheering for the Beantown Nine in Cardinal Country. I do have a Sox hat, but I've gotta get me some more gear. I feel that I should let the rest of the people around me know my position right away, so they're not all blown away when I start yelling my fool head off about Ortiz hitting one into the Mississippi. Now where to get a big styrofoam finger?

I'd like to feel sorry for the Astros, who have never been to the World Series in their 43-year existence. But 43 years vs. 86 years. There's just no comparison. If my graduate statistics class taught me anything, it's that 86 > 43.

So starting tomorrow night: two teams who battled back from the brink of elimination, duking it out. Unfortunately, I'm going to be in an airplane on my way to San Diego as it all happens, but what can you do? That's what highlights are for. Incidentally, if anyone reading this is also going to be in San Diego, look me up. Or call me. I'll be at the Society for Neuroscience meeting. Go neurons!