These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
He did it, he did it, he did it!
Two runs, three hits, seven innings. And now the Dodgers are in the play-offs. Nicely done! I love you, Greg Maddux.
It's 9-6 Colorado at my beloved Wrigley Field. I haven't forgotten them. They're still my guys, even after this heartbreaking, disastrous season. It's my loyalty to the Cubs that makes cheering for the Dodgers so easy. Kenny Lofton, Nomar Garciaparra and old what's his name are all very familiar to me, and they all look good in blue.
One who isn't my guy, though, is Dusty Baker. At the end of tomorrow's game, don't let the door hit ya on the way out, Dusty.
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