A designated hitter (read: abomination to baseball, also, cheating) won Most Valuable Player for the 2009 World Series. Allow me to spit here right on the floor. Designated hitters are the whores of baseball. I apologize to any designated hitters reading this. But you are whores.
Therefore the best thing about the Series this year - except for the Cliff Lee Blasé Catch - was the series of American Express commercials with the found smiles and frowns.
And then, a few days ago, Steve at work shaved his head a little hastily, and left two clumps of hair on the back of his head - for eyes - and there was a curve where the base of his skull met his neck - for a smile. And I would have taken a photo, but he found a hat at the ready. Next time I won't tell him why I'm laughing first.
So this is the best I could do.