In case you are in a coma but somehow reading this (tragic, really, that your only contact with the physical world is telepathic reading of a sporadically updated blog. I feel for you), the Red Sox came back from down 3-1 to win the AL pennant, outscoring Cleveland 31-5 in the last three games. Which is essentially meaningless, you know, that run differential (at least according to DBacks fans). And now they are facing the NL Champs the Colorado Rockies, who according to the NY Times, are playing with god on their side. And it seems there is no sarcastic, biting political edge to that, unlike the time Bob Dylan made the world series. How the Rockies god (let's call him ROCK-TAR!!!) ties in with the one who successfully cursed the Sox for 96 years is undetermined, so don't bust out your apocalyptic thunderstix just yet.
Game one is tonight, and if I'm lucky I'll catch the last two innings or so. I'm faced (as my dad pointed out) with the usual dilemma of rooting for my pseudo-hometeam Red Sox or the team that plays actual, real baseball, the heaven-bound Rockies. Of course, the rockies, due to altitude and humidors and the like, could be said to be playing some kind of crazy techno-nightmare 2236 baseball. So when faced with the choice of fake baseball or dystopian robot baseball, I'll go with the fakies, and root for the Sox. Besides, who wants to endure punny headlines like "Rox in your Sox" if the NL wins? Barf. Though, really, let's all admit that we want to see the Sox win just for another dose of PapelDANCE:
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