Have I mentioned. . .
how much I hate the Los Angeles Angels. I mean, how can you respect a team that is called "The Angels Angels." Absurd. I've never cared much for the White Sox, but it would be nice to see them break their curse one year after the Red Sox broke theirs. John Garland pitched better than I expected tonight. I'm so happy with the result that I almost forgot how the umpires stole Game Two from the Angels. Maybe Karl Rove will go to jail too. That would make a nice double-header.
Even though I'd already had plenty to eat today, my L.A. appetite kicked in as the evening wore on. Luckily, I could satiate it without driving all the way to Beverly and Ramparts. I wonder, though, whether going to an Original Tommy's that isn't the original Original Tommy's constitutes a betrayal of everything that is strong and true and good in the world. My stomach, however, is not wondering.