It seems as though every year when the Minnesota Twins are eliminated, be it in the playoffs or long before, I always talk myself into the idea that "I don't care" who wins the World Series. It's not like hockey or football where I generally have strong preferences (or basketball where I have no preference). In fact, often-times the teams I'd kinda like to lose wind up being the teams I root for (read: Yankees). It's just not the same without the Yankees in the World Series, and I'm pretty sure that's all there is to it. Still, once again I'm sucked in. Since we have hockey, I can't say I'm counting down the hours until the first pitch, but what a great Series we are in store for this year. Two teams that haven't done this in a while (or ever) will be duking it out, both with a far different identity. On one hand you have a team that has slugged it's way through the playoffs and relied heavily on its starting pitchers -- the White Sox. On the other hand you have a club that depends on small ball and pitching by committee (not to take anything away from Clemens, Pettitte, or Oswalt, but the manager doesn't generally let them finish games, even when almost unhitable). You have the young manager fresh off of his playing career going against the veteran, quite some time from his playing days. You have the team that raced to the top of the world and then almost blew their playoff berth in the end against the team that started 15-30 (the headline in the Houston newspaper on June 1st read "RIP: Astros' Season") and have steamrolled right to the finals. My heart and mind both have the Astros winning. The heart says they'll do it in four, the mind says six. Regardless of what does happen, the true sign of greatness for baseball is that October always brings a classic.