Finally.
The Red Sox have been placed back into the dustbin of history once again-- where they should never have left to begin with since last year.
Hurricane Katrina? The Red Sox's fault. Hurricane Rita? The Red Sox's fault. War in Iraq going badly? The Red Sox's fault. Got a bad grade on your mid-term? Yep, you guessed it, it is the Red Sox's fault.
The Florida Marlins North have been swept from the ALCS as of today, which means the universe's balance has been set right. For the past year everything has been out of whack due to the misbegotten adventures of those formerly lovable baseball players in the post-season. When they won the World Series, the sweet karmic harmony that the world sings hit an uncharacteristic sour note. Let's call it a moment of weakness and sympathy for the Red Sox, whose fated role in the MLB is supposed to be the league's punching bag.
But all that is behind us now. I can guarantee that everything will markedly improve from this time forth. Gas prices will go down, your salary will go up, your girlfriend might even get prettier. Maybe. After all, the natural order of things doesn't usually cover such things as your horrible choices in women.
Totem