An Observation ...

... about the World Series.

I spoke to a number of people at Midway, both on Friday night and Sunday night. The fever is there in Chicago, and we're not talking just a polite fever ... more like a rampant one.

While I am a die-hard Cardinals fan, always have been and always will be, I'm putting aside my personal preferences to back the Sox, especially since I hate the Asstros, their being the Cardinals' arch-rivals. (I don't count the Cubs that way anymore ... sorry Eric).

In fact, I don't eat quiche. A die-hard Sox fan coworker from Chicago's Southside says "The Cubs fans eat quiche and drink wine. White Sox fans drink beer and eat brats." Personally, I subscribe to the latter theory of fandom. A good bratwurst is something to have a beer with, and beats an egg-based ballpark snack substitute anytime.

I only hope the White Sox throw the next two games, win one, then win the whole enchilada at the "new" Comiskey. Oops ... is that a "curse"?