Last night, a flock of airborne pigs narrowly avoided a collision with the monkeys that flew out of my butt. At the same time, Hell froze over as demons and imps chanted, “All we are saying, is give snowballs a chance.” The moon was blood-red, thanks to a lunar eclipse, but it might just as well have been blue.
And the Bosox won the World Series.
Those bad boys not only laid the legendary Curse of the Bambino to rest, they hammered a stake through its heart with a 4-0 sweep of the Series. This, after the unprecedented come-from-behind victory in the ALCS over the dreaded Men in Stripes. That’s eight postseason wins in a row, folks.
Don’t hold your breath waiting for it to happen again.
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