"Of course, who doesn't like their whine slightly chilled?"

For me, the most beautiful part of last night's game came in the middle of the 7th:
... Stand beside Her
and Guide Her
Through the Night
With the Light
From Above...
From the Mountains
to the prairies...
to the Oceans
White with Foam...
I was in the other room listening, but you could tell Aaron Neville was singing... every ... word. As opposed to just singing a song. You know, it's really a little like living your life. Not just going along racking up accomplishments, and living for how things look. But singing... every... word. Thinking about what it all really means. Not how it looks from the outside, but how it really feels (yes, feels) day to day, minute to minute, individual to individual. "That's life, the one you get, so go and have a ball."

No, I didn't make it to the 14th. Other than the headline quote, which I lifted from this Yahoo story, I'm not gonna be verbally cocky here either. Been there... Sure, I thought of a great blog post after the top o' the 5th. Was finally comfortable enough to think about a little bit o'trash talking here on Subsumed, maybe finally confident enough to post, "Say Texas. Feel free to bring it on, anytime now."

Course they did have some fight still in them, I like that. So the comment now would be just cocky talk. But may I ask, why anyone would leave their pitcher in, the third game of the WORLD SERIES, down 2-0? After: a homer, a single, a strikeout, a single, a single, a single, a fly out, a double, a walk, a hit batter(!), a flyout. I mean... Hello?? Leadership, bullpen?

Here's another link, from today's PBPost. I like Stoda's line after this list: "Apparently exhausted, Chicago promptly went on an eight-inning nap." Followed up by: "Houston, meanwhile, tied the game in the eighth on two walks and a double. That double? It was the Astros' only hit after the fourth inning, which made the White Sox look positively hyperactive by comparison. By the end, it only seemed as though the game had lasted 88 years."

I probably would have pulled Hernandez a little sooner too, though. Didn't see much control there, the swinging strikeouts notwithstanding. But I suppose you give a guy the chance to pitch himself out of his own mess. Pull him after he walks the leadoff batter though, if it looks like he's heading down that path again...

So yes, not the most exciting game. But you know something? When you live life day to day, taking care of business -- as opposed to delegating, hiring out your chores because well, it's just more cost effective and you plain don't have it in you to do the job yourself anymore -- it's not always happy and exciting.

But the payoff when you get the job done yourself, when you're really singing... every... word? Priceless, no matter how they value you from the outside.
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Go go, Sox. If you don't finish it up tonight, no worries. You'll be back home for good soon enough.