And yet, that's not the news that rocked my world today. Not even close.
Talk all you want about curses. But after a late night dinner with some old newspaper friends, I came home and did what I've done every night since I broke down for an MLB TV subscription. I tuned into the Brewers game online and watched them put the finishing touches on an 11-4 win over the Pirates.
Heck, I've even got Phoebe watching with me now on some nights. Her favorite player is Prince Fielder ... whom I call, simply, Prince. "No, not Prince," she says. "It's Prince FIEDER!" She doesn't pronounce the L.
I told Kates last night that if anybody acquires tickets to a certain baseball series that shall not yet be named but is played each year in October -- except for 1994 when owners and players got a little greedy -- I will take a vacation day, or two, and drive through the night to attend the game.
The beat goes on.
Update 08.24.2011: Here's a good read about the SI cover jinx.
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Meanwhile, as the Cardinals continue to fall apart in St. Louis -- the Brewers are now 10 games ahead by the way -- the kind of headline that you don't see every day appeared.
I cannot begin to imagine the pain. One of the aforementioned newspaper friends I had dinner with tonight is a staffer with the Post-Dispatch who gave us the low-down when we met for discussion with journalism students this morning.
My favorite part: Holliday kept the moth, which was still alive when the trainer retrieved it from his ear. It later died.
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