As long as teams like the Chicago White Sox continue to beat the odds, the Bee Gees will find comfort in knowing Stayin’ Alive will still get its fair share of plays. Sunday’s win over the rambunctious Tampa Bay Rays served as yet another excuse to hear that awful song, but I admit, I wouldn’t mind hearing it a few more times given the circumstances.
Indeed, the guts and guile of the Southsiders’ grinderball game showed up — finally — after a pair of sleeper matches in South Florida. And believe me. We were watching.
And we were watching very closely. With a keen eye focussing on the intricacies of this hard fought battle, we at RSBS noticed that the Sox may have gotten a little help from a certain obese, ruddy someone who normally only works one day a year.
Yes. You guessed it. Santa Claus is a Sox fan.
He was sitting behind home plate on the first base side. Every time a lefthander came up to hit, visions of sugarplums danced in my head. As a man who often thinks like an 8-year-old-child, I couldn’t help but snap this picture:
Go ahead, call me superstitious, call me crazy, call me Suzie… if ya believe, ya believe… and there ain’t no use in trying to change my mind.
We can only hope that jolly old St. Nick will stop by the Cell again on Monday… and while he’s at it, perhaps he could light a fire under the Obama campaign’s proverbial ^ss and get them to fight back against the lunacy of the GOP. I know the DNC party line is to lose big, important, poignant elections like the Cubs lose playoff games… but haven’t we US Americans already lost enough?**
I know it’s only October, but I’m putting out cookies and milk tonight… just in case.
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
**If you happen to be a Cub fan (sorry?) then you know more about this sincere feeling of loss than anyone else on the planet. Don’t worry. I’ll have my opinion on the matter posted soon. I’m just taking a day or two to let it all sink in. That’s all I’ll need. Unfortunately for you, it’s been 100 years and it’s still sinking in — nice and slow.