World Series Champs

Pujolz, he of the god-like glove, gets on in the top of the 9th. Rolen flies deep. Edmonds stalks to the plate and calls through the din, "Folk, have I known you in my father's house. Are you a guest-friend to my family?" But Folk smiled grimly death to Edmonds, saying, "Rolen, I know you not," and struck him once, then twice then smote him dead. Rentereia, mighty and brave, the last chance for the Cardinals to survive, strode fiercely to the plate. Folk took pity on him and killed him quickly.

The curse has ended. Kerry will win. The pendulum has swung. Health care for all, and end to wars of aggression and deficits. God Bless the Red Sox and God Bless America. John Kerry, go to bed. The Sox have won. You've a busy week and then a busy eight years ahead of you.