I invited my friend Mark (who works at the University of Denver's library - strangely called the Anderson Academic Commons) over to my condo yesterday to watch the Chicago White Sox (my South Side heros) play the Detroit Tigers. Mark is a big fan of the Tigers, since his father grew up in Michigan's Upper Peninsula (which has about the same climate as Siberia, but with much more snow). During the top of the 9th inning the White Sox were leading 4 to 1, and you could just see the fans at Comiskey Park (or whatever the hell they call it these days) holding their collective breath, hoping beyond hope that the Sox would actually win the game. But win they did. Can a World Series appearance be far behind?
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