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I'm 53 years old. I've been blessed with two World Series victories: in 1968, when my beloved Detroit Tigers beat the St Louis Cardinals in seven games (having come back from a 3-1 deficit in games), and in 1984, when the Tigers beat the San Diego Padres in five games. Until 2006, when the Tigers lost to the Cardinals in five games, I hadn't tasted the bitterness of World Series defeat. I'm afraid I'm going to experience bitterness again this year, because my adoptive team, the Texas Rangers, is down three games to one to the San Francisco Giants. Katherine and I went to the game yesterday evening—the first World Series game I've attended. We went to one game in each postseason series. Each time, sad to say, the Rangers lost.

Despite the disappointment of the Rangers losing to the Giants (4-0), Katherine and I had a great time. Here we are, resplendent in red, tailgating before the game (click images to enlarge):

Here is the Ballpark in Arlington from afar:

Here is a close-up of the ballpark, showing the World Series banner:

Here is a scene from my seat inside the ballpark:

Here is the predominantly red-clad crowd:

The weather before and during the game was spectacular. At this time of year, it could easily have been cold, windy, and rainy. If Cliff Lee can shut down the Giants tonight, the Rangers go back to San Francisco. Don't get me wrong: I'd rather be up, three games to one, than down, three games to one, but baseball is a funny game. My Tigers came back in 1968. There is no reason—except for San Francisco's sterling starting pitching—that the Rangers can't come back in 2010.

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