2. I didn't get a chance to see many of this year's World Series games on television given my travel schedule, but I did catch a lot of them on ESPN Radio with Jon Miller and Joe Morgan. I have never liked Jon Miller calling a game. Though most of that was due to the fact that he is the voice of the Giants, I found his idiosyncrasies (random pronunciations of every Latin American last name, late calls on bang-bang plays, etc.) utterly grating. But after listening to games 3 and 4 on radio (during my commute home), I found another annoying habit of Miller--his need to call the type of EVERY SINGLE PITCH, even if his description of the pitch intrudes on his ability to call the play at hand. There were a couple of plays where he had led into the pitch, and then you heard the crack of the bat and roar of the crowd, and while you were wondering "what the hell is going on out there?", he returns to say "fastball." It was worse than Chris Roberts (who calls a fine UCLA football game) calling a UCLA basketball game; you feel like you're lost in the space/time continuum while the crowd hears everything. Man, it's too bad Vinny doesn't do the postseason anymore.
3. Could someone please get Bill Plaschke some wool socks and a space heater? Here in Los Angeles, some of the crack World Series coverage included a two-page whine from Plaschke about how cold the World Series is, and how that's anathema to baseball. Perhaps he forgets that the World Series is always played in October (Reggie Jackson sure hasn't). And unless we move spring training to February, or play twenty double-headers per team per year, the only other option is to have West Coast teams win their respective league pennants (a la 2002). Or maybe Brad Penny can just snuggle up next to Bill for warmth. ("Those aren't two pillows!")
4. For all the recent stories about Pujols slowly morphing into Bonds given his frostiness with the press--Pujols is no Bonds. After all, he's got a ring.
Congratulations to the St. Louis Cardinals, 2006 World Champions.