Being October, there's really only one thing worth talking about, and that is postseason baseball. However, being that the Yankees choked for like the third year in a row, I really don't have much to say. Grr.

The Red Sox are currently tied in the bottom of the 9th against the Indians in Game 2 of the American League Championship series. I say, Grr again, sir. The only reason for me to watch is with a hope that they do not make it to the World Series. But I digress...

The point of this bloggy (or at least the point we try to make) has not a whole lot to do with sports and everything to do with reading; which is why, at this late hour I am reminded of last night's game, and of Mr. Stephen King.

King was at the game last night. He's a die hard Boston Red Sox fan. But for some odd reason, he wasn't paying much attention to the action on the field. During the 4th inning, his team had the bases loaded. Everyone at Fenway was on their feet cheering, thumping, eager for a hit. Everyone, that is, save for King. You see, King was reading. That, my friends, is devotion to the written word.

The odd moment was captured by the video cameras and a broadcaster subsequently, went into the stands and interviewed King. It turns out that he was reading a book called The Ghost, by Robert Harris. The book isn't even out yet. However, King was devouring it while the Red Sox continued to plow their way toward a win (Boston took Game 1 by a score of 10-3, Grr).

What does all this mean? Is it any wonder King likes to read? Come on. Be serious. Anyone who has woven 5 sentences together to tell a story knows that the more you read, the better your writing becomes. And the Master of Horror probably knows it better than anyone.

There has been some talk already about King's devotion to the Red Sox (or lack thereof). I don't put much stock in it. The man is obviously a huge fan. But he's also a bibliophile. He's addicted to words as much as he is to baseball. Personally, I think it's cool that he can marry his two passions. Granted, the whole scene could have just been a setup to promote Harris's book. So what? When's the last time you saw a television advertisement for a book anyway? Think about it...

Anyway, it's 1:00 a.m. and the Sox and Indians are still tied in Game 2 (11th inning). I think I'll sign off now before the inevitable game-winning, clutch homer by Papi. Sigh. Does that guy ever not save the day? Harrumph. Maybe I'll just go read something.

Word.