It’s been hard to not post about some of this stuff, but I couldn’t ruin the surprise party for my brother. His wife would have killed me. Today is my brother’s birthday, and we had a party for him on Sunday. He didn’t even know I was going to be on the east coast. Of course, if not for the damn Cardinals, I’d still be there now, instead of back at work. A few minutes ago, I had to send these back to StubHub so I can get my money back:

His birthday present from me (besides actually being there) was going to be a World Series ticket on his birthday. I’ve been planning this since before Trevor Hoffman blew the all-star game. I was rooting for the AL, there. It came *SO* close to working out. Instead, he got a card about how everyone said how much I spent on his present was crazy, so I returned them. Dammit.

Looking towards next year, I think we’ll overpay Zito (but he’ll be pretty good), and find some non-Soriano replacement for second base. I hope we resign (dammit, re-sign, not resign) Bradford and Oliver, and Oliver Perez ends up being a competent fifth starter. It’d be great if he could be the ace Pittsburgh was hoping he would be. Pedro will be out the first half of the season, and I don’t expect anything from him next year. Trachsel should be gone. I hope Glavine will be back. Maybe we can reuinte Glavine and Maddux.

Meh. I wanted to go to the World Series. There’s always next year.

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