Good morning GH. It is just past 6:30 AM here in "The City," and the current temperature is 49 degrees under fair skies. The Weather Channel app is predicting showers and windy conditions for Monday and then the same for Tuesday, except that they have added that dreaded word snow, to the forecast. Wednesday doesn't look any better. So maybe if I am patient, the leaves will use a nature supplied leaf blower and simply be gone from the palatial estate. In any case, I'll wait to see what happens.

I thought that I might start with the sports report early on and then get to the rest of the news later in this blog. The immortal Yogi Berra once said, "It ain't over til it's over." Well, the fat lady has sung and Mighty Casey has struck out. In short, wait til next year is now the slogan for the Tigers too, as they fell to the better team last night 2 - 5, the Boston Red Sox. Earlier in the season, I was lamenting that the bats of the Red Sox had gone to sleep. Now I think that the slumber in the lumber infection must have also transferred to the Tigers. The Prince, Miggy, and most of the team had only one game in which they were able to score a large number of runs.

The Red Sox also needed two grand slam home runs to win two games, so a case of slumber in the lumber is still infecting their bats too. Facing the Cardinals whose bats never went to sleep, is going to be tough for the Red Sox in the World Series. I want the Sox to win, but it is not going to be a "can of corn," to use an old baseball phrase made popular by the immortal Vin Scully. While that phrase is actually in reference to a lazy fly ball or pop up in baseball, I think it helps to sum up the chances for the Red Sox against the Cardinals.

I was reminded of that phrase that I first heard when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I was playing Little League baseball and one of the other players used it. The actual derivation seems to be from the nineteenth-century in reference to the seeming fact that corn was the most popular canned vegetable on a grocers shelves. They would stack it on the shelf for easy take down with a hook. The can of corn fell off the shelf and was easily caught in the pocket of the grocer's apron, thus an easy catch in baseball became a "can of corn." A bit of history for those who care.

On Saturday, we walked to the farmer's market in the AM, of which only one more remains on Saturday and two more on Wednesdays. Then the season is over. We'll have to "wait til next year." To get corn, we'll have to go to the grocer's and get a can of corn. I couldn't resist. Afterwards, Mary worked, I read the paper and then I was off to the Irish Jam at the library.

Once I returned, we set off to the post for the Fall Fest. The weather cooperated at first, but then the front came through and like the Three Little Pigs, it nearly blew the house down. But we survived, had dinner and listened to music, and then it was time to walk home.

Today, as I noted above, I won't be raking the wet leaves, but I will be doing the laundry. It seems to have piled up quickly this time. Sugar and I will be walking, but that almost doesn't need mentioning. I'll finish the book I have due on Monday and that will be my day. Perhaps I'll bake some spaghetti squash, but that's a meal time decision. Pro football is unlikely, because it just isn't baseball.  I'll have to wait until the first World Series game on Wednesday. As we should all know, baseball is life.

Wow, it is almost...Tea time. Ciao.