"I worship at The Church Of Baseball."

"Beisboll has been berry, berry good to me."

I'm back.
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Yo, Curtis

I have to go face some potentially suicidal Chicago Cubs' fans this morning -- the Cubbies were eliminated from the playoffs last night, continuing their near-century of frustration.

They are said to be laboring under a curse that has prevented them from winning the World Series. It appeared, after taking a 3 games to 1 lead over the Florida Marlins in a best-of-seven series, that the curse might have finally run its course.

I had not followed the Cubs closely this season, but after that fourth game, I followed the rest of the series, expecting, at first, to see their historic breakthrough.

But as soon I saw that they had a player named O'Leary on their roster, I knew that they had been guilty of hubris -- of challenging the gods of fate with prideful arrogance.

It was Mrs O'Leary's cow, you see, who started the great Chicago fire.

Welcome back to the other national (and international!) pastime

Boccaccio