Tonight is Game One of the 2014 World Series. Being that this is a year ending in an even number, it would appear that the National League Champions, the San Francisco Giants, are the team favored to win it all. The Giants have - after all - won the World Series in each of the last two even-ending years (2010 and 2012). Their opponents, the American League pennant-winners, the Kansas City Royals, have not won Diddley (Bo or otherwise) for almost thirty years. It should be an interesting series. As a baseball fan, I hope that it is anyway. As a baseball fan, I am beyond happy that whether the Series goes the minimum of four games or the maximum of seven games, all of its games shall be played in October.
The Missus and I shall be sporting our traveling shoes at week's end. Saturday morning we are off to the great state of Colorado to visit the Front Range branch office of the family business. On our way north to Fort Collins from Denver we are going to initially veer west towards the People's Republic of Boulder so that I can lay my feet upon some of my favorite real estate anywhere at CU and to watch the Buffaloes play UCLA. I presume there is symbolism attached to the CU/UCLA football game starting at high noon. I presume furthermore that if there is, none of it is symbolism that shall be helpful to the home team.
It is what it is. There are few places better to spend what is supposed to be a sun-drenched October Saturday afternoon than at Folsom with Margaret, Rob and Jess - even if I do anticipate that the latter shall make much of the fact that her Alma mater is 6-1 whereas mine is 2-5. She would be a much better sport if her father-in-law ever proved himself to be. Sadly, he is not. The dude is, in fact, sort of an assh#le. Trust me, I know him.