Well, by now, you probably already know that the Red Sox reign as World Series Champions has come to a close. The Phillies played well when it mattered the most, avoided countless mishaps by the umpiring crew, and did what the Red Sox could not: finally reminded the Rays that they are supposed to lose four out of every five games they play. Even if the last game took 50 hours to complete, the Phighting Phillies are World Series Phucking Champions. At least the Red Sox get to keep their trophy from 2007 and don’t have to give it back a la the Stanley Cup.

Of course, another reign came to an end recently when a Chicago White Sox fan was elected president. Thank G-d it’s not Ozzie Guillen. (At least the White Sox won the World Series, when was the last time the Rangers were even in the playoffs?) I was attending the Sharks game when the election results were coming in, and had an extremely odd experience. I’ve been to enough sporting events in my life that I don’t pay attention to the National Anthem anymore. If I do pay attention, that’s a bad sign, because it means it’s an absolutely terrible rendition. So I was as shocked as anyone that in light of the election the national anthem actually made me feel somewhat connected as an American citizen. I guess once every four years I have to be moved by the song to make up for the hundreds of snide remarks I make during those random April and June games.

On a PSA level, the schedule for the hot-stove season will be to post once a week, usually on Mondays. If anything big comes up (like the first ever jockey being awarded the MVP award), I’ll obviously break the cycle. Speaking of which, how did a midget win the gold glove at second base? Just kidding, congrats are in order to Dustin “El Caballito” Pedroia for winning his first gold glove award. Hopefully when he got the news, he did the same thing I did: slapped my glove and screamed “fuck yeah!”