There's nothing like taking a holiday literally. On the Fourth of July, I spend time alone. And on Labor Day weekend, I celebrate the labor of love, chatting in the Roto Arcade.
It's another late-night start for our weekly fireside chat. We can talk fake baseball, fake football, fake hockey, or go off the board with the usual suspects (music, food, philosophy). We'll poll serious questions and silly ones, we'll have a drink, make a toast, celebrate life. Go time is 10 pm eastern.
Maybe we'll track the Tigers and White Sox, maybe we won't. Heck, Mark Buehrle's five-hit shutout might be finished before I log on. Keep doing what you're doing, lefty.
See you later tonight. Festival seating, be kind to your neighbors.