Yesterday was an Oh Happy Day!  My beloved Fightin' Phils are in the World Series.  This is something that has only happened three times in my life, and I enjoyed the game last night while downing SEVERAL ice cold Yuengling's.  Earlier in the week, my beloved wife made a pilgrimage to Alabama to acquire a case of Yuengling, so that I would have that frosty beverages for the games. (Disclaimer:  The Beer Commissioner is not saying Yuengling is his favorite beer, as Beer Commissioner, I advocate the drinking of all beer.  Unlike another imitation commissioner who only advocates the drinking of one beer, I advocate drinking all of them (albeit not in one night). The Beer Commissioner's consumption of Yuengling is directly related to Yuengling being served at Phillies games, and therefore, it is a lucky beverage, and the Beer Commissioner is above all else, extremely superstitious.)

Now that the Phillies are in the World Series, I HAVE to go to the games.  I called my surrogate mother in Clearwater, Florida today, who, truth be told is probably a more die-hard Phillie fan than I am, if that is possible.  I invited our family to her house for Game 1 and 2 of the World Series.  We have acquired tickets, which I really need to sell about my entire stock of t-shirts to pay for (HINT! HINT!), and have acquired the plane tickets (See comment re: t-shirts).  I contacted the right Honorable Judge I have to appear in front of next Thursday, explained my dilemma, and he granted me a continuance of my hearing, clearing me professionally to attend the game.  Mrs. Commissioner is dreaming of the white sandy beaches of Clearwater.  Me and Miss Linda are dreaming of Game 1 and 2 of the World Series.  The only thing that can upset my plans are the (Yankee fans please email me with an appropriate adjective to insert here) Boston Red Sox. 

I need the Rays to win.  I need the Rays to be in the World Series.  I need the Rays to go through Boston like the Crimson Tide went through the Bulldogs a couple of weeks ago.  I need the Rays to go through Boston like the Barn and Tommy Tupperware goes through Offensive Coordinators.  Don't get me wrong. I'm pulling for the Rays to win exactly one more game. After that I want them to stink and, in general, be unable to score, kinda like me in high school.

If all goes according to plan, there will be lots and lots of people saying Oh Happy Day, and I will be there to see it.