Boviosity!

If it's October, it must be time for the Atlanta Braves to blow another World Series bid. I'd enjoy another run at the championship, but there's another factor at play this year: da Cubs. I've been sold on the romance of the Cubs' wistful pursuit of baseball greatness most of my life, and now that they're in the post-season, I wouldn't mind too much if they went through the Braves to achieve it. I can't quite bring myself to root for them in the upcoming series, but I won't be devastated if they take it.

So, you heard it here first: Cubs in 4.

Speaking of the post-season, here are a couple of bitter, bitter baseball memories. I'm amazed that, as a non-sports-fan, I even have these. But I do. I guess that's baseball for you.

1. Hitting into a triple play in little league. OK, that's easy. We all had sports humiliations as kids.

2. Lonnie Smith pulling up instead of scoring against the Twins in game 7 of the 1991 World Series. The Twins went on to win the game, and to this day, when I see Lonnie Smith, I say (as I yelled during the wild Braves' parade that year,) "Lonnie come home!"

For those who have forgotten this dark day, here is a little story on it.

"I play [the tape] occasionally to remember it more accurately than most people do. I listen to what the announcers said and I play it back in my head. What the camera shows and what I play in my head are two different angles. I try to put those angles together."

Me too, Lonnie. Me, too.