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No, not that 700 club

Yes, possibly the best hitter ever. Certainly the most feared. But the point is, we beat the Padres, and are still on course for my Path to the Postseason.

Sadly, the Cubs are not co-operating; they have won five in a row, and I hope they have won the admiration of baseball fans. Let there be no talk of curses, but on the other hand the kind of non-goat-related collapse that V.I. Warshawski has been dreading for months would come in handy just now. On the other other hand, it would be extra sweet to beat LA for the division title if it means they have to go home and paint the garage after 162.

By the way, can we just take the whole conversation about the wild card, and the unbelievably exciting Sox-Yanx series being demeaned, and the upcoming Dodger-Giant battle being demeaned, and all, as assumed? Day by day, I'm having a lot of fun, but not as much fun as eleven years ago.


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