why were you so anchorless?

Tonight's G-Night.

I only know maybe one other person who's interested in the WS, and that is my brother Phil (awesome). As much as I try to resist falling into the category of Generic Sports Fan, I enjoy watching sporting events in groups. With my peers. In my pink shirt. With my face painted.

Anyway, it dawned on me last night that I REALLY want the Tigers to win. Stupid Hippie Carpenter.

I'm heading down toward the bottom of Rhode Island today. For a while... For a while.

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