Way back . . . way back . . . gone!

The baseball season is now Officially Over, both too long (baseball is a summer game and should not be played when the forecast is for snow) and too short (both league championship series and the World Series were done in four games each, darn it). Congrats, Red Sox; you are definitely the best team in baseball. And congrats to the gritty Rockies, whom I fear we Giants fans will see plenty more of (but how about that Matt Herges, who used to be Our Guy, ditto Yorvit Torrealba? And the Rocks have the best-named player in baseball: Troy Tulowitski).

So now begins my personal drought. I listen to a lot of baseball during the season, and when the end of October comes around, I go into withdrawal. Aside from the games, themselves, I miss the Giants' play-by-play guys—Jon Miller, Mike Krukow, Duane Kuiper, and David B. Fleming—who are vastly entertaining. I learn a lot about baseball by listenening to them, and their post-game rap is often hilariously funny, even (or sometimes especially) when the Giants have tanked (sadly, a commonplace this 2007 season).

I'm not a football or basketball fan (don't hate 'em, just can't relate to players I either can't actually recognize because of all the gear or, in the case of basketball, are running back and forth in incomprehensible patterns), and until recently (like, yesterday, when hell froze over as the Comcast guy was installing cable in my flat), I haven't had TV access to the more arcane sports, like bass fishing and rodeo, that are featured on the Versus channel.

Now that I have cable, though, I'm gonna check out bullriding. The cowboys are cute and exotic, the bulls are handsome, and I can recognize all the players. It's not baseball, but it'll have to do until spring comes round again.