Diabetes is a strange disease. It amazes me that a reasonably intelligent man who's been a diagnosed diabetic for twenty-eight years and two months can spend ten minutes thinking that the St. Louis Cardinals making the World Series literally means the end of the world without some unimaginable effort, and that he has a story on Cliff Lee due in an hour that he hasn't started to write, before he realizes that, hey, wait a minute, maybe all he needs is some grape juice. I went through that routine last night at about 10:30. I decided to document it here as I walked the 33rd Street Loop this morning in 1:17:44. I kept splits; they were 16:08, 15:35, 15:34, 15:13, and 15:14. I think I was still standing by the refrigerator when it occurred to me that the Cardinals still have to win the National League Championship Series to make the World Series.
OVERHEARD
"I lived my dream, but I thought I would live my dream. I thought I would."
—Al Davis, the Oakland Raiders' owner. He died Saturday
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