I Smell the Postseason

It smells like cinnamon and cranberries and pumpkins.   And yeah, peanuts and cracker jacks and fresh grass and all that normal baseball jazz.  This must all mean three things:

a)      I am craving a pumpkin latte and a trip to Peet’s is in order.

b)      I want it to be Thanksgiving already.

c)       The postseason kicks off in Less. Than. Two. Hours!   Be excited.  Be very, very excited.

Diamond Girl