They Took the Midnight Train Goin' Anywhere

What a game! For those who missed it last night/this morning, Game 3 of my dream World Series, which ended around 2:15am Eastern, went 14 innings and almost 6 hours, making it the longest World Series game ever. In the end, the Sox pulled out a 7-5 win, thanks to the bat of former Astro Geoff Blum (by the way, I hate it when "Jeff" is spelled "Geoff"--get the fuck off your high horse). The Sox are now up 3-0. I was hoping for a closer Series, but this means one of two historic things will happen: (1) The Sox win their first title since 1917 (if they do it tonight, they will be only the 2nd team since the start of the current expanded playoff format to lose only 1 game in the playoffs); or (2) The Astros will be the first team in World Series history to come back from a 3-0 deficit. Either way, I win and Cubs fans are pissed off, which is really all that's important.

Perhaps the most intriguing subplot involved the beloved former lead singer of Journey*, Steve Perry (not to be confused with the real name of British porn star Ben Dover). Apparently the Sox have adopted Journey's '80s standard, "Don't Stop Believin'" as their clubhouse anthem. While I'm positive there are no small-town girls livin' in lonely worlds on the Sox, I'll be damned if the smell of wine and cheap perfume isn't emanating from the Sox clubhouse on a nightly basis. I guess the Sox asked Perry to come to all of their World Series games as kind of a good luck charm. In return, I assume the Sox paid for his ticket, transportation, cocaine, and hookers.

Anywho, I hope everyone watches Game 4 tonight. I got nothing else today. Peace out.

*Interestingly, Perry made his stage debut with Journey the day before I was born.