Your World Series Game 1 Cluster Bomb

You saw the game. You don’t need me to tell you what happened. So here’s some stuff on the peripherals that you may not have seen as you attempt to understand what Cole Hamels is thinking with that hair style of his.

Quotable: Charlie Manuel is. As much as I dislike the Phillies (solely because they’re from Philly), I love Manuel (solely because he’s a Virginia boy, like yours truly). After the win last night, he had this to say about shutting up those incredibly annoying cowbells:

"If you want to take the wind out of the sails, you shut the cowbells up and get some home runs. That will do it, except in Citizens Bank Park. If you hit enough there, they ring a bell. They ring the Liberty Bell."

The stupid side story you’ll hear ad nauseum today: FREE TACOS! OMG, did you hear about that? Yeah, dude. Free. Tacos. Well, sure, you can only get them between 2-6PM -- hours that happen to fall during a time when no meals are normally consumed -- and you’ll spend more on gas getting to the Taco Bell than the value of the 89 cent taco itself, BUT STILL DUDE THEY’RE FREE AND DELICIOUS! And they're almost filling enough to be considered an adequate snack! Jason Bartlett, American hero.

Uh, where’s the other guy? Listen, I loved the Backstreet Boys as much as the next guy in high school, which is to say I celebrated their entire collection. So I totally felt cheated last night when they came out to sing the Anthem and I saw this:

They’re missing a Boy! You know, the one with the flavor savor, molester mustache and caterpillars for eyebrows. Good to see the Borat-lookin’ guy with the sunglasses is still around though. Without him, they lose all levels of creepiness and devolve into simple, run-of-the-mill douchebags.

FOX’s gratuitous goosebumpy intro. Yes, this gives me man-chills, but not ‘cause I’m sensitive or anything, but because I’M A MAN AND IT MENTIONS WAR AND BLOOD!

Just a second-rate version of James Earl Jones’ monologue in Field of Dreams? Yeah, I thought so too. Still, I’m gonna need you to pass the tissues, please.

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