It took a mere 30 seconds of the late game last night to realize the most important reason for local interest in October baseball: you don't have to watch it on national TV. Seriously, is Joe Buck not the most fatuous asshole in history?
RIP, Johnny Apple. The Times obit's coupling of Dickensian and Churchillian epithets to the requisite Falstaffian seems appropriately hyperbolic. But magnums of Calvados?