Well, the Chicago White Sox made the World Series. How did I know that since I don't watch baseball?...

...All those loud, annoying, make-my-heart-leap-out-of-my-chest fireworks and cherry bombs that went off not 20 seconds after the game was over.

Stuff like that is Ok when I lived in the country, but when they go off in the backyard of the house next door and you have your windows open to let in the cool autumn air...well that's another story entirely.

I hate those danged cherry bombs or whatever they are called. They are very loud and come so suddenly that you don't expect it. It sounded like someone's house had exploded, no joke. And the houses in my neighborhood are close together, so if someone sets one off, everyone hears it.

We make it a priority to leave town on the 4th of July every year. Even though fireworks are illegal in Illinois, there are those (who live a couple of houses over from me) who make it their business to entertain the entire neighborhood with roman candles and bombs at all hours of the night for the entire week leading up to the holiday.

Now, I like fireworks, when done by a professional at a festival setting. But having someone fire a very loud obnoxious bomb off outside your bedroom window is enough to make me a nervous wreck. Especially if there is an hour or so between explosions.

The cops didn't do anything about it, even if it was illegal.

So, here I am, not much sleep last night because the danged White Sox made the World Series. Not that I don't wish them well. I do.

But people around here are as crazy for their baseball rivalries (Sox and Cubs) as southern people are about their SEC teams. But I swear I don't remember all the cherry bombs and stuff when Bama beats Auburn or Tennessee. We just rush the goalpost then go out for beers and heckle the losing team.