MY MAN ALBERT

I'm going to the game today. It starts at 1:00 in San Diego. My friend, Bob Peach is bringing me my Cardinal shirt to wear.

You see, our daughter lives in San Diego. The one who got us tickets to see Gershwin last week. Well, she also has tickets for the Padres games including Playoff and World Series.

But because the Padres and Cardinals do not play in New York or Boston, Those in Charge give them poor tv coverage. And rightfully so. Who would want to watch any other teams but those in the East? Northeast. At least ESPN tells us that.

Anyway(s), I love a 1:00 start. It's about the only thing the Cubs ever got right--playing baseball in the daylight hours. But, alas, they, too, wavered (or Waverly) and put up lights at Wrigley. It still looks kinda like dressing up a pig to me, but as much as I like tradition, I don't like that place.

So Peachy and I will sit in the Fall sunshine out in the West on the left or wrong coast and watch Mr. Pujols and Company try to upset the formidable Padres. I picked the Cardinals to fold about a month ago in one of my blog entries. They came close but survived. I still think the Padres will go to the World Series this year. And lose to the Twins.

You see, I always go with good pitching to silence good hitting. Except for #5 Albert Pujols. Be looking for me down the third base line. I'll be wearing Cardinal red with Pujols #5 on my back. Unfortunately, I might be easy to spot in Padre country.