khaosworks | One more baseball thought.

I was talking with

niquildrvr today about how sports history is going to remember this game, irrespective of whether the Sox win the World Series. When writers talk about today, weaving the mythology of it all, they will remember not just how the Sox came back from three games down to win a seven-game postseason series, but how the signs - on hindsight - all pointed to something horribly momentous about the happen.

That it was not just a year after Aaron Boone smacked us down, but also that it was in Yankee Stadium, with the Yankees chanting "Who's your daddy?", with Bucky Dent throwing out the ball to Yogi Berra, on Mickey Mantle's birthday, for all that's holy. I mean, if the gods really were looking down ready to send out Nemesis to pimpslap Hubris, the latter surely belonged to the Yankees.

Given that kind of semiotic resonance, to face Houston in the World Series would really make our heads explode. So thank God and congratulation to the Cardinals, who deserve their shot at it, and being mean one more time, thank the universe for denying Roger Clemens his World Series ring.

Now let's get ready to play ball.