I'm going to my first World Series game tonight, and I am so psyched for this it's ugly. I'm wearing the lovely teal and black of my not-so-stinky Marlins. I have my official Marlins baseball cap. I'm wearing earrings best described as psycho-rainbow pirrahnas.

And I've made a sign to hold up as a shout out to all my friends in the Baseball Swap. It says, simply, GLUB!.
Why glub? Because the Tigers fan signs her e-mail with a roar. And what do fish say? Right.
I'll be in the right field foul corner, just above the Marlins' bullpen. Does life get any sweeter for a baseball fan? Yes, but only if we win.
GLUB!

And I've made a sign to hold up as a shout out to all my friends in the Baseball Swap. It says, simply, GLUB!.
Why glub? Because the Tigers fan signs her e-mail with a roar. And what do fish say? Right.
I'll be in the right field foul corner, just above the Marlins' bullpen. Does life get any sweeter for a baseball fan? Yes, but only if we win.
GLUB!