March may be mad, but October is magic:

It is truly indescribable. Something akin to getting to meet your childhood hero, an electricity, an excitement, a thrill unparralleled.

At a time like this I remember watching history a year ago as the Boston Red Sox came back from a 3 games to none deficit against the storied New York Yankees. As any baseball fan can attest (with the understandable exception of yankee fans), it was magical.

But this is something else entirely. Heading into Houston with a 2 games to none advantage, the Chicago White Sox, the team that has, for the span of my life (yes, I am younger than 49 years old), had zero post season success, the team that I have been cheering for since I learned to favor one team over another...it is like a dream come true.

To recap the series thus far...

Game 1:
With a 1 run lead and Houston threatening to tie the game, possibly take the lead, the White Sox bullpen comes through with 2 key outs in the top of the 8th inning. The White Sox score one in the bottom 8th and then Bobby Jenks happens.

Anyone who has seen the movie Major League will remember the Wild Thing. And in the same vein came Jenks for the third out of the 8th. His first pitch clocked in at 99 miles an hour. His next pitch clocked the same. The third pitch hits the 100 mph mark, and Jeff Bagwell struck out on a 100 mph pitch. Jenks got 3 outs in the top of the 9th inning to secure a White Sox victory.

Game 2:
The Astros scored first, which during the series against the LA Angels (of Anaheim) proved to be the indicator as to whether or not a team would win the game, and I started to worry. But the White Sox were able to score and took the lead back from the Astros, who later pulled ahead by 2. Then, as hope began to fade with each swing and miss, or ground ball fielded by the short stop, Uribe doubles to left-center. Iguchi draws a walk. Dye is called hit by pitch and given first base to set the table for Paul Konerko's 2 out grand slam (18th in World Series History) to put the White Sox ahead by 2.

But fate was not finished toying with us, as in the top of the 9th with Bobby Jenks on the mound, the Astros tie the game. Houston fans must have felt rejuvenated, relieved, and as thrilled as White Sox fans had after Konerko's massive swing. And they must have felt good when Uribe, who started the last rally for the White Sox, slied out to center. They may have felt good knowing that the next abtter was the 0-4 Scott Podsednik, to be followed by Iguchi, also struggling at the plate.

But their joy was to be cut short as Podsednik hit a walk off home run in the bottom of the 9th to win the game.

And so things stand. The team I grew up cheering for is up 2 games to none in the World Series. The next 2 games are in Houston, and should more be needed (which I believe they will), game 5 will be in Houston, and should the be needed, games 6 and 7 will be back in Chicago. To win the series would be a dream come true. It would be truly indescribable.