The World Series starts tonight and you couldn't pick a matchup that I care less about since probably the Giants-Cardinals ones a decade ago, or maybe even going back to the late 1990s. Saturday night was pretty poor with the Dodgers being eliminated. I would've liked to have seen them play the Braves with the team they had in September, instead of losing a key player every other day. But that's the postseason, the hot hand always wins. However, I found a way to deflect the misery (and the haters) by going to a card show the next day. And after that, I took a side trip to the book store, where I found this: Yeah, that's a Beckett article all about me -- written by me. If that doesn't wipe away the postseason blues, I don't know what does -- without the ensuing hangover, anyway. The November Beckett Baseball issue was delivered to subscribers earlier this month. I don't have a subscription to that one so it took an email from Bob of the best bubble for me ...
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