I've been rooting for the San Francisco Giants since I was a boy. My wish is to see them win the World Series once before I die. Everyone talks about the hapless Chicago Cubs and how they haven't won a World Series since 1908. At least they've won one. As for the Giants, nada since they moved to the City by the Bay. For a brief moment this season, it looked like Barry Bonds had stepped into a time machine. He was swatting taters just like the good ol' days. But tonight another 0 fer. He isn't hitting at all. Sigh. Giants lose. I shouldn't let a ballgame among millionaires affect my mood. But I'm weak and it does.
So how to drown my sorrow? By celebrating John Wayne's centenary with a movie. #4 and I watched North to Alaska. AMC showed Wayne movies all day, but I picked one that wasn't very good. #4 will watch test patterns and even he thought it was mediocre. Probably should have watched The Quiet Man for umpteenth time instead. Anyway, in NTA Capucine looked like she was dressed for a ball in Paris, but found herself mysteriously transported to a gold mine in Alaska. (Spoiler coming.) Duke (along with his partners Stewart Granger and Fabian) kept the mine and he got the girl, too. All silly, but better than the last two Giants games. Happy birthday, Duke!