I'm so bad at updating this thing. It's October now, just barely, but the weather in Seattle seems to know it. We went from cloudless 70-80 degree days to 65, to 60, now, with a constant drizzle at least a third of the time. Typical. And the sun, which once set at 9:30, has shot down to 6:30, and will be barely 4 by the time school ends. That's what gets me the most.

It being fall, I've been watching my Cubbies in full force. They made it to the top of their group, and had one of (actually, I think THE) best season since 1945. I was, as a perrenial Cubs fan, hopeful. Things did not work out well as planned. I didn't even watch the first game, because I was so sure of a win. Imagine my surprise at seeing a sizable loss. After the VP debate, Mark, our friend Mark C., and I went to a pub down the street, and Game 2 was on. It wasn't pretty, and yours truly actually stood there and cried while the Cubs lost game two.

Last night, we made it to a bar very close to our home (which supposedly serves "southern food"- but it's not that good) and they had the game projected against one wall. Things looked so hopeful that I held on, even to the very, very last inning (though I had closed my tab in inning 5 in case I needed to bolt)... and they just lost it.

I was so mad that I stormed out of the bar, ripped the Cubs cap off of my head, and threw it to the ground in disgust, and started to walk home. But, as I turned around to look at my little cap, I was reminded that no matter what, this was the team I loved, and I wasn't going to stop because of this loss. So, I walked back to it, brushed the wet grass off, and put it back on my head. And then I mourned the loss for the rest of the night, but before I went to sleep, I was already planning my spring visit to Phoenix to see Cubs spring training in Mesa, and also my friend Lisa. And, and the very least, I was so proud when Mark told me that, after I stormed out (he stayed to finish the beers), some guys behind me mentioned that I was a "true Cubs fan". That's about the best thing I could hope for.

One day, it'll happen. And victory will be so sweet.