i sort of was immobilized last night, and for that i apologize. i figured a day-long delay in expressing my utter sadness was okay. don't want all the sadness on one day, i guess.

there really isn't much to say. there was an elderly woman that got a lot of face time late in the cubs game - she was crying, of course - and i thought of stan hack. people who loved stan hack have probably never seen a cubs team win the world series. talked to my dad (b. 1948) tonight, and all i could think was this is my '69, which was a bit sad.

i'm passed the sad stage right now, and am already into the angry phase. angry at nothing curveballs to mike mordecai. angry at steve stone for saying victory was certain, and angry at me for calling the twins about world series tickets. angry at deedz for planning her leave-work-midweek trip into chicago, and angry at all of us for assuming that duo was so unbeatable. angry at thom brennaman for being so insufferable. angry at steve lyons for trying to lick pudge's testacles while on camera (watch the tape, it's true). angry at flipping the channels after wgn news went off air at 11, and seeing john cusack excitedly tell dave letterman that he was going to the cubs game right after the taping, and angry that, because of this, i accidentally flipped to freakin' jimmy kimmel, who was showing cubs highlights. i'm especially angry at sammy sosa, who "works hard every day, because that's how we do it in (his) country." i'm probably angrier at the cubs who, on the final night of the year, could come up with no one better than billy corgan, who was last relevant in 1994, to sing the seventh inning stretch.

i'm not angry at darren baker, who drove his toy car over his daddy's microphone during that press conference. i smiled when i saw that. i'm also not angry at steve bartman - i would have done the same thing. i am angry at the sun-times, who probably ruined that man's life.

my brother stated (loosely quoted) "i've had a pretty nice life. this is the closest i've been to being depressed," and i'll agree, i think.

there are two really sad things that occured today: (1) the yankees are going to win the world series, and (2) i'm not going to be able to watch it. too tough.

good news: a co-worker's wife had a baby this morning. named samantha, she was at least partially named after the cubs right fielder. she weighed 8 pounds, 2.7 ounces, before she pooped.

(p.s. i confess that the new look wasn't really intended. the site was way screwed up - like no text appearing - when i checked it before turning off the computer. i have no idea what i'm doing, so i had no way to actually solve the problem. perhaps i'll have links, etc., at some point. the shoutouts remained, though!)