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Woeful World Series

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I was born in Chicago and spent the first eight years of my life in the Windy City. So you can imagine my feelings this morning, after the White Sox won the World Series.

You guessed wrong.

B-o-r-i-n-g comes close. Y-a-w-n is a near miss. No, I think the reaction is indifference, as in who could possibly care about the White Sox?

I see photographs of Chicagoans running riot in glee. Watching them is like looking at starved refugees mobbing a bread truck in some third world country. I see the reaction, but it is foreign to me.

Chicago v. Houston had all the appeal and excitement of Topeka v. Memphis, or Bangor v. Juneau. I can find these places on the map, but they don't spark excitement. Perhaps it is not so much Chicago. Oh, that this series had pitted the Cubs against the Yankees, or even the hated Red Sox. That would spark the imagination. But the White Sox?

This is the first year in many in which I did not see a single solitary pitch of the World Series. Somehow, the series seemed the equivalent of mud-wrestling at a convalescent home. I can't say I am glad it is over. In fact, I hardly knew it had begun.

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