depressing

Ah, the Tigers miracles have run out. It was a miracle that they had a winning season. It was a miracle that they made it to the play offs. It was a miracle that they beat the Yankees. It was a miracle that they won the Pennant. Down 3-1 they have very little chance to win the World Series.

Our young players are the promising bunch in all of baseball, but they have really bitten us on the butt in this series. I do not know if it is nerves or inexperience, but there you go.

I stayed an hour after work tonight. I was too upset to drive. Diane was kind enough to sit down next to me and talk to me for awhile about silly things until I was able to calm down enough to drive home. And since she had a million things to do, it truly was kind.

I saw them wheeling a rather large man into one of the ICU's tonight, wearing nothing but a towel over his groin area. I checked his weight, as I was curious, as I have not seen someone that large in a while. He was well over four hundred pounds. But seeing him nearly naked - it was no big deal. He was just a man, no more and no less. I do not understand why so many women stick their noses up in the air over things like weight. He was just a man - and  probably pretty nice to snuggle up with on a cold winter's night, too.

Being a Tigers fan really sucks sometimes. Well, most of the time, to be honest. Cubbies fans have their lovable losers. We usually just have stinking losers. This year, despite its downer ending, really has been a marvelous and wonderful thing.

Bill will be home tomorrow afternoon.