Goodbye Curse

Whether they make it through the World Series is an entirely different matter, but my hearty congratulations to the Sox for wiping the field with Torre's boys. I knew this afternoon with every smug NY smile, where all guaranteed the Sox could not do it, that the Sox would indeed.

I doubt curses are real. It's only how we make them real by believing in them that we actually color the course of events.

Man, I hope this bodes well for November 2nd. And please let all those cellular-crazed young 'uns get out and vote (and that they vote for the candidate less apt to send their sweethearts, fathers, and even grandfathers needlessly to war: John Kerry). There's a smug, smarmy look on Karen's, Condi's, and Karl's faces I'd like to see go away, too.