Game 7

Well, I'm still in LA and despite everything I've heard about this place, it's been raining four straight days. However, my new friend Jay has pointed out maybe the flooding of this town has been washing away whatever woes have beset the Sox. I holed up in a Red Sox bar I found in Hermosa Beach last night, drinking nervously till Keith Foulke closed the door on the Yankees, and then drinking rather jubilantly after that. It would seem that the entire course of my travels teeter on tonight's game, so all I can say is that I hope that Fiji has to wait a bit longer.