Wednesday Dempsey’s Wrapup: Gasolina On The Fire-a
The World Series is a fickle mistress. Billions are spent, the mental well-being of entire cities teeter on whether she’ll deign to even dance with you once, and with only two slots on her card, it’s a seven-night reality show better than anything Jeff Probst could imagine in his wildest expletive-deleteding dreams. Even the mighty [...]
