So I still have hardly watched any of the World Series… there is no point, now. The White Sox are rolling, 3 games to none, on the power of end of game heroics and pitchers who are obviously using some performance-enhancing white stuff to get by the Houston Assholes.

Meanwhile, the NL Central wild card entry complains about having to keep the roof open. I know it’s cold, but that’s no excuse to blame your cold bats on the weather, Manager Scrap Iron Garner.

To wit: Roger Clemens has been smoking everyone in the National League like venison jerky. And his team? 3.76 runs per game all year. It’s amazing that they won so many games. How is Clemens going to have a 1.76 ERA and only win 13 games? And lose 8? Good lord, come on - that’s almost impossible with major league hitters.

I'll give the team some credit. At least the Astros are backed by great music.

Conclusion: There are some minor league hitters on the Astros. And this series is very over. Thanks for playing. Yaaaawn. I’m prepping my College basketball and Pro Basketball previews. And buying my Halloween costume. And working on my NaNoWriMo story.