Post-Season Ponderings - WS Game 3

What's with that cheese on Astacio's face? You'd think a professional athlete could afford plastic surgery, or at least secure an agreeable installment plan if money's tight. That thing is positively rank. If I were an opposing batter, I wouldn't even think about his pitches; I'd be frozen in fear after seeing that mushroom on his cheek. Obviously, the Sox didn't have that problem tonight. It must suck to be the guy who blew a World Series game. Maybe his agent can get him a two-for-one with a plastic surgeon and a shrink, because that guy is screwed on so many levels.

Looks like Game 4 will be pivotal for reasons much different than I thought--the Sox are definitely going to win the World Series. Cue the cries of jubilation, and "Awesome for the city", and "Greatest thing since...", yadda yadda yadda. Maybe this is a sign that the heavens have shifted, and the baseball gods are tired of the old curses. Maybe the Cubs will win it all next year, and in doing so finally vanquish baseball's sad trifecta. Or, more likely, the Cubs will finish dead-last in 2006, because everybody knows how much the baseball gods hate the Cubs, though no one seems to be able to figure out why.