World Serious Game 1 in Kerrville
Posted by TFG on 22nd October 2008
No, I was in Kerrville, catching up with my old pard, Otis, who was in town for some lawyerly bidness. Somebody’s gonna get a bill for a steak dinner. We watched the last 4 innings at the hotel bar, tended to by a typically lovely Westish Texas barmaid, while a pick-up four-piece played some actually good songs - not one Kotex Kountry Klassic.
It was a classic Game 1, with excellent pitching. And that was either the best pickoff move in the history of the game EVER, or a balk. I’m pulling for the Rays, being a lifetime American Leaguer, but it doesn’t hurt too bad to see the Phils win, as I know it makes my little metalhead brother Al quite happy. He’s the only person in Philafuckingdelphia that I don’t mind seeing not miserable.
I’m maturely magnanimous like that.
The drive up was horrifying — all I could get on the radio was Spurs pre-season suckage. That’s right - no radio station in this broke-dick town carried the World Series, but I picked up three with the GD Spurs (and one wild-ass LSU coach’s show, complete with sponsorship from a burger joint in Slidell). The drive back, on the other hand, was superb - unlit midnight interstate through the Hill Country and a Ryan Bingham CD. I wanted to turn around when I hit Boerne and go on out way west. I hate the city.
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