Hold on to your hats.......


It's time for PLAYOFF BASEBALL!

Hearts will be broken,
Dreams realized.
Catches made.
Outs recorded!


I miss the days when a pitcher twirled a game.

Game sevens will be forced!
Records set.
Gooses will get bumped and in the end there is a botle of champagne
siting on a shelf somewhere. Waiting. Half of it will be spilled, absorbed into sweaty shirts, dirty pants and someone's hair.

And one kid, far away too young from being able to even look at any alcoholic beverage, will be waiting for their turn one day!

I love baseball!

Go Cubs!