World Champions!

...and the Redbirds win! I went crazy. How crazy you may wonder? Well, no one will ever know because I was listening to the game alone and Emily was fast asleep. Anyway, it made me a little sad that I couldn't be at home to watch the Cardinals win their first World Series in my lifetime (10th overall, but who's counting?). My dad called to fill me in on the postgame celebrations...way to go Eckstein! I also got a bunch of e-mails, which kind of made it feel like my birthday. Thanks Missouri for still loving, as well as my college friends who witnessed my devestation in 2004. The Cards only won 83 games this year, the fewest of any other WS winner in history. I'm so biased that I never really think my team is the underdog, but the truth is we were this year and that makes it that much more beautiful.

After finishing my daily activities I decided to go to the only restaurant in town with a TV and find highlights of the game. Shortly after I sat down two girls came in with their mom and asked if they could watch TV. I'm really bad at saying no so ESPN was quickly changed to Bride and Prejudice. Their mom was a real nice woman from England and she sat and talked with me for a long time about her life. Her husband is Indian and they're getting a divorce because she can't get along with his family. Right now they're staying with a friend. Well, much to my surprise, her friend turned out to be the Frenchman.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned the Frenchman before. He's an old European guy (we just assumed French because we're ignorant when it comes to European accents) that walks around with a glass of whiskey at all times during the day. The first time I saw him he was talking to himself about how he didn't like Latinos shortly before passing out. This time he was quite amicable and we talked for awhile until one of the girls took his passport out of his pocket. All of a sudden he freaked out and started yelling, 'Put that away. It's a fake! I'm gonna get in trouble if the cops show up.' Then he handed me the passport and joked about how he is a 'British citizen', and there it was, the ultimate forgery in my hands.

It turns out the Frenchman is actually Sicilian. He lived in Latin America for a number of years (which made the dislike for Latinos make more sense) but originates from none other than the island of Sicily. I'm pretty sure this guy is no Jason Bourne so it freaks me out a little that he has a fake passport, but there is no way I'm going to cross a Sicilian guy. I've seen the Godfather trilogy twice and I don't want my next encounter with Mr. Corleone to involve an offer I can't refuse...

All that to say we really don't need TV for entertainment in this town.