
OK, that was almost embarrassing.
But we won. 13 - 1.
6 more to go.
Still not tempting the whatever, high atop the thing. No, no, appeasing the whatever. See? Look? Humble. Not cocky. Not taking it for granted, no. Never.
Please note: This blog is dragging itself out of the dark abyss of pish and crawling insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
2 comments:
Kathy Sabine had a dream that the Rockies lost game 1, then won the next 4. And because she's Denver's most respected weathercaster, I believe her! (Ok, so she's also the subject of many sex fantasies in the area, too.)
I concede. After that performance, I'm just sitting out of the WS this year. Geez. Go, um, [whisper] Sox
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