Today was a big day in Dallas as the Cowboys stormed to a big win at home over the Falcs, putting smiles on Dallas faces. However, the real storm was coming in from the North. The day started slightly overcast but was warm and humid. By evening, the sky was ominous. What usually looks like this:
The Eiffel Tower and the Taj Mahal are mine to see...
was socked in with fog.
Dark clouds are rollin' in...
As the sun went down, I battened down the hatches and got ready to watch the Giants and the Yanks. Big Blue was up against Arizona while the Pinstripes played Game 6 of the ALCS against the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of California West Coast Pacific Rim.
While columns of rain dragged across the city and pounded the empty streets below, thunder boomed past the window like trucks on a freeway. The lightning was about the best show I’ve seen. The landscape means the storm came in unimpeded and so, lightning cut huge fissures in the night sky with a strobe-like frequency.
The tempest lasted longer than the Giants who have, of late, been full of sound and fury, but the natural fireworks did not outshine Andy Pettitte and the Yanks. I must admit, even as a die-hard Yanks fan, I can see that the World Series is between two pretty detested teams. This would be like a Cowboys-Raiders Superbowl: unless you love the teams, you hate ‘em.
Go Yanks.
