Choke Day 3 October 1998

7:11 PM: I'm walking back home from dinner, thinking about the classic choke of the Red Sox in this afternoon's game. As always, the question is, do I jinx the team by watching the game? Or does it help, but just not enough? Oh sure, some would argue that it can't possibly make any difference one way or another, but it's so easy to be cynical. I worry about these things.

However, it's all kind of moot now I think. Because I just came in and turned on the Cubs, and uh, it's 6 to 0 (that's zero) in the 8th inning. Guess who doesn't have 6. Oh well, it's not like we didn't all know this would happen.

I am such a dolt. I completely forgot about Marie's birthday on Thursday. It sounds like she had a nice if low-key time in any case, but I should have at least sent an email without being reminded. Or, god forbid, actually call or something. I'm bad with dates anyway, but this one particularly has made some kind of whole in my brain. See, I was impressed with its binary nature - 1001 - but now I can never remember if it's 1001 or 1010. I should just try to focus on 9 and reason backwards from there.

7:45: And there it goes. Bye Cubbies. At least they weren't shut out, and they did make the playoffs in the first place. Even if they ended up imitating a speed bump...

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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