’69? Yeah, that’s a nice narrative and all, but I would like it to die a slow and painful death over the next week or so. I’d like for the celluloid upon which the black cat was recorded to fuel a fire with heat enough to rival the sun in order that we might fire various taeks into it. No more miracles, no more jinxes. I’ve wanted the Cubs to play the Mets because I want to exorcise some demons. Or, at the very least, I’d like to give them a killer workout.
This matchup isn’t supposed to be happening though.