...over last night's Tragedy at Wrigley Field. First off - as a rule, I don't watch sports on television, and rarely attend games. But last night's NLCS game against the Marlins was different. This is about civic pride and tradition...it's about Chicago aiming high for the World Series! It's about...

...some schmoe grabbing the ball - that just inched over the wall - from Moises Alou. That was the moment the tide turned South.

Oh, the pain...I watched a few moments of this game in person, when the doors on my train opened at the Red Line Addison stop. The glare of Wrigley's lights, the roaring crowd; the smell of barbecue, beer, and a thousand hot dogs. Let me tell you, it's an amazing feeling to actually be watching a game that most of the city and much of the country has their eyes glued to. Very strange and powerful, indeed.

The Cubs had just scored a run, and the crowd - spilling by hundreds into the streets surrounding the park - went wild.

Moments later, the s**t hit The Fan.

Whoever that guy was that grabbed the fateful ball...now dubbed "The Fan"...he is officially the new "Mrs. O'Leary's Cow."

Speaking of which...Watergate had its missing 13 minutes, the Clinton-Lewinsky affair had it blue dress, and the Kobe Bryant case has its own smoking gun, er...panties.

Though I am currently taking a forensic science class, stories like this prove that the daily real-life work forensic scientists have to do is not my cuppa joe.

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