Ah...Finally...

Run and hide, America. Run and Hide. The Idiots are coming, the Idiots are coming....

Yes folks, the idiots won the Major League Baseball championship today (October 27, 2004) sweeping their opponents (the bumbling St. Louis Cardinals) away in impressive fashion.

These idiots were a fitting bunch. They had to be, in their refusal to subscribe to the pathetic excuse theory called the Curse of the Bambino - a rather disingenous creation of a sports writer to explain what in effect was the sheer failure of professional ball players to play at their best ability.

Pretty interesting that they exorcised the curse on the night of a total lunar eclipse - symbolically enough, the lunar eclipse represents the serpents of the night sky "eating" up the moon (aint that a bogus story?)

Honestly no surprise that the Sox won - they had the best team chemistry of the eight teams that made it to the baseball postseason. Indeed, it was surprising that they even went down 0-3 to the Yankees, them with their god-forsaken starting pitching. But then, with the clarity of hindsight, I can now proclaim that it was all part of a grander scheme of things to get the Sox faithful to start believing in the can-do nature of this team, and to start thinking rationally and logically (I mean, come on, it is hard for Sox fans to be rational about anything, obviously, ever since they started believing in curses).

Effectively though, thank goodness the Sox won cuz now we do not have to hear that pathetic excuse for mismanagement and terrible play. How many times have the Red Sox even been good enough to play for the title since 1918? Four times. And they failed all four times, twice on fielding errors and twice on not-so-good pitching as compared to their opponents. And oh, facing failure four times and not bouncing back to thumb nose at it indicates not a curse, but a pathological affliction for failure.

Now, we will have to just put up with the pathetic excuses of one team - those erstwhile loveable losers from Chicago, the Cubs. In the meanwhile, my love for the team that I started to follow in 2002 has been cemented - my loyalties are now officially divided between the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Boston Red Sox, unless of course when they (eventually, I hope) meet in a championship game, at which point I will simply root for the National League team.

In the meanwhile, at the risk of committing blasphemy, here is a take with which I sorta kinda agree.

Lessons to be learnt from the Red Sox' improbable 11 day run to championship glory? It aint over until it is over. Something that A-Fraud and the Yankees have learnt the tough way. To rehash a cliche, when the going gets tough, the tough get going, and the rest just get ground to the earth.