Baseball is about nothing if not statistics and superstition. Everything in baseball is a statistic. And superstition is a big player in the sport. So, earlier today, I went to a local sporting goods store and purchased a new Red Sox cap. The one I have is five years old, worn, and faded. And it was purchased at Fenway. If the Sox had been playing tonight at Fenway, I probably wouldn’t have bought a new one. But since they weren’t playing at Fenway, and my hat was purchased there, I thought it high time to get a new one.
Did my purchase today in any way affect the outcome of tonight’s game? Unlikely. But it was just something I felt I should do. I’m generally not superstitious, but when it comes to baseball, all bets are off.
Congratulations to the Red Sox. It only took eighty-six years to lift the curse, and now they’re the king of the hill, at least for a year. Of course, if they go another eighty-six without winning, they’ll have nothing to blame it on but the fact that they have a huge tendency to choke at the worst possible times. And that they suck in general a lot of the time.
But this was their year. After hearing all the talk about the Cards being the best team in baseball, they sure as hell didn’t look like it during the World Series. The Sox steamrolled them. Just like they did the Yankees, at least during the last four games. Eight straight wins in a single post-season. Another new record.
Finally, Bill Buckner can get a good night’s sleep.
For the seventh game of the ALCS series in New York, they had Bucky F. Dent throw out the opening pitch.
They’re like school in summer. No class.
What do you get when you do a Google image search for “french pussies”? I’m sure you’ve guessed, but click here to try it anyway.
Hat Tip: Say Anything
I have to ask myself WWJDD?
This time in Cincinati…
Cincinnati’s headquarters for the Bush/Cheney re-election campaign was broken into overnight.
Money and a sign were taken from the office, on Seventh Street near Court Street. The thieves got in by breaking out a window.
The office was also ransacked, officials said. It also houses other Republican organizations.
No one had been arrested.
If this rash of break-ins were being done to Kerry…
While stopping for gas yesterday in Mississippi, I looked across the street and realized where I was. I decided to leave before anyone sent me a love letter.
It seems obvious at this point that even if Bush wins forty-eight states, Kerry will contest at least ten to fifteen of them. So, in light of the last election, anyone want to offer up a date when we’ll actually have settled who’s going to be the next President? ‘Cause it sure ain’t gonna be November 2nd…
UPDATE: Forgot to offer my guess. I’m taking December 15th.
I purchased a disposable camera to take photos at the Blogfest. I intentionally left one shot available just in case I ran across something on the way home that just had to be photgraphed. I found it today. It was in Mississippi. I should be able to post it tomorrow. Velociman should appreciate it very much.