Myung decided that the time had come for him to find himself some love. So he sat through a marathon scrapbooking session, endured an awkward get-together for drinks, emptied his wallet for flowers, and made a mix sd card. He thinks it's not going well because she hasn't given him the all-clear. I think it's going well because she hasn't shot him down.

He tried to find some support from a couple of the youth group kids - always a great idea. Seul asked who she was, and Myung said that she was the prettiest girl at church. Seul's response: no, she's not. Then Myung mentioned that she's not too crazy about youth ministry, and Che started reciting Spice Girls lyrics.

I say let the man have some lurve. What he's got going on isn't exactly love, but it's, er, love, so ergo, lurve. Anyway, give the man a chance to be happy. Or miserable. Or both. Well, now that would be love.

And just for fun, here are pictures of the two saboteurs from John Choi's farewell lunch.

The Cubs are playing the first game of the NLDS against the Dodgers. This is as good a team as the Cubs have had in, oh, 100 years, but as everyone knows, there's no such thing as a sure thing on the North Side of Chicago.

I keep thinking back to 2003 - how everything seemed so right, before Bartman, before the botched double play, before having my heart handed back to me in tatters. Since then, I've watched the Red Sox, the White Sox, and the Cardinals all win the World Series, and grew a little more jaded each time. So it's been hard to love this team, even though they've given me every reason to.

I remember the little moments when I couldn't stop smiling, happier than I could have reasonably expected. And there was one drive home when the wheels literally - really, figuratively, but really, figuratively literally - didn't touch the ground the whole way. That was worth the heartbreak, I think. Sometimes I worry that I may never have that again.

Dodgers 7, Cubs 2.