Last night we were flipping around on the TV, between the final Presidential debate, the Monday Night Football game and the game seven playoff between the S.F. Giants and the St. Louis Cardinals.
The ballgame started at five p.m. West Coast time, the debate at six, and the football game sometime in between. By the time the debate started the Giants were well on their way to creaming the Cards 9-0. There wasn't much to the debate except to discover that Romney's knowledge of geography is on par with Gerald Ford's. Mitt's foreign policy is apparently the same, only louder. The football game didn't get much traction in my brain. Joan and I had salads with our drinks, but there really wasn't all that much tension to require self-lubrication. It was fun to watch the crowds at AT&T, the people wearing panda hats, panda heads and all the other paraphrenalia that the fans there display.
In the top of the ninth there was an epic downpour, this is the start of the rainy season on the West Coast, and if this were any other game it would have been called for rain. But with one out to go, the infield an indefinite rectangle of brown mud, Romo, another one of those bearded Giant relief pitchers, got the last Card to pop up to Marco Scutaro, an old vet the Giants picked up in the Summer as insurance, and that sealed the deal. Scutaro won the MVP for the series. He deserved it.
Wednesday is the mayoral debate here in Portland. It plays opposite the first game of the World Series. I'm presuming similar television dynamics.
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