And the demon Astros, who took out Michael's Cardinals in stunning fashion, have completed their trip through the buzzsaw that was the 2005 White Sox.
2006 will be the Mets year and it starts now.
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Ray wasn't singing about what he knew, 'cause Ray had been blind since he was a child. He hadn't seen many purple mountains. He hadn't seen many fruited plains. He was singing about what he believed to be.
Mr. President, we love America, not because of all of us have seen the beauty all the time.
But we believed if we kept on working, if we kept on marching, if we kept on voting, if we kept on believing, we would make America beautiful for everybody.
Hah! It was almost worth it to see the Texas team humiliated.
Posted by: drenglish | October 27, 2005 at 12:28 PM
And the chance that Barbara and Poppy knew even a split second of pain.
Posted by: eRobin | October 27, 2005 at 01:01 PM