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Giving the Love

If there is anything that can assuage a bad day at work, then it's watching the White Sox win the World Series. It's really a special moment for baseball in Chicago. And I wouldn't be a true Chicagoan if I didn't dedicate a post to my favorite team.

I should be in bed, but right now work has pissed me off, and the White Sox have countered that. 

I choose the White Sox. 

Work can have my groggy, cranky ass tomorrow morning. And late at that.

Right now, I'm just giving the love.
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