The Series---as American as an insane asylum.

Of course I've been watching. This is America, after all. If nothing else, I had to watch the whole thing as my prediction about the Astros in six became a mathematical impossibility. This is one of those Series that neither of the coasts really cares about. Only we few from the center of the doughnut care and watch. That's too bad. It's been a pretty good one thus far. The Sox have proven amazingly resilient, have gotten a few good calls, and performed in the moments and at bats when it counted.

I would never think of skipping the Series and neither would Randle Patrick McMurphy.

McMurphy continues looking at the blank TV screen as the Acutes look from McMurphy to Big Nurse, not knowing what to do next when

MCMURPHY (jumping up and shouting at the blank TV screen): "A hit! It's a hit! He's rounding first, heading for second. Here comes the throw. He's sliding... and... he's safe! He's safe! (McMurphy whistles and claps his hands) Hoo-wee! Whatta game! Whatta game! Come on, Koufax! Strike 'em out!"

MCMURPHY: " 'Kay, it's two outs, bases loaded as Koufax steps up to the mound... Checks the runners... goes into his wind-up... Here comes the three-two pitch... And it's a fly ball into deep center. Mantle is going back. He's going back! Back! His back is up against the wall... and... he catches it! He catches it!"

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest