Apocalypse, or The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

There may be five people in America who don't know that the Red Sox have reversed the Curse of the Bambino that has ostensibly hobbled them since 1918 . . . and those five people don't care. Notice that the player who made the last out for the Cardinals was wearing number 3, the number worn by Babe Ruth after he was traded to the Yankees. (Trivia question: What number did Ruth wear when he played for the Red Sox? Answer: None. The Yankees invented uniform numbers, and they originally indicated one's position in the batting order: Ruth batted third.)

Some say a Red Sox World Series championship is a sign of the apocalypse, but then that's what people used to think about eclipses. Hmm, there was a lunar eclipse during the game . . .

(Just as long as our fundy president and his cadre don't consider this encouragement to cause the apocalypse.)

I wrote here that I am retiring a short story that is no longer saleable, now that the curse has been beaten. For those who are feeling a touch of nostalgia for those old accursed days, I've put the story up here.

Congratulations to the Red Sox on a heck of a postseason. Now, it's time for the Cubs . . .


P.S. Sliced bread came ten years after the Red Sox's previous World Series win in 1918.