Oh, boy. The A's won the Division, and my granddaughter and I heard the 9th inning on the radio and screamed, along with my husband. She and I had been to our favorite plant nursery and she had found A's pumpkins, and we were completely prepared for victory. I've just finished hovering over the sports sections of the newspapers - so gratifying. Yesterday I called my kids, except for the one who lives in another state, and they were just as excited. It turned out our younger son had seen the two night games before yesterday's clincher.
It was especially soothing, because I did not like the debate last night, and thought Romney's aggressive stance would be taken for being presidential, and from the papers, it seems it has. I thought he insulted Jim Lehrer, and that he trampled all over the format and the moderator. The public wants to see a fight, and dualism personified, and I wish we could get the discourse beyond black and white, rhetoric and sound bites. I don't think we did, because the form of TV commands drama and pugilism and simplifying ideas. I hate watching these things. I feel diminished just sitting there like a sap.
Oh, well. Back to the A's. Ain't they grand?!
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