The World Series entered some kind of weather-induced limbo last night, just as my Phils were on the verge of possibly, maybe, hopefully winning the city’s first major sports championship in 25 years.
Watching the game on the big screen at the Distillery sports bar here in Rochester, I couldn’t help recalling that old feeling from November 2000, when a nation went to bed not knowing who had won the presidential election or even if it had been won at all. Let us hope this hanging chad of a baseball game is not an ominous portent of next Tuesday night.
By the way, the Distillery has more than 30 televisions. Guess how many were tuned to baseball. THREE!! Really, Distillery? Really? Given the choice between Monday Night Football and the possible concluding game of THE WORLD SERIES, you go with the Colts at the Titans? Honestly, sometimes I don’t know what this country is coming to.