*wanders in...clothed and sane...carrying some sort of flag, baseball glove and wearing my most rotten, dirty, used Red Sox hat...
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...pulling a compass out of my pocket...adjusting it...getting my bearings literally...finding the direction of Fenway...putting the compass away and unfurling a Red Sox flag...setting it gently on the floor...drops to my knees...palms up...praying softly...if you lean in you can hear me*
"Dear Baseball Gods...those of the Fantasy kind...Generous, Kind, Bountiful in Your Mercies...please grant me the FBB win against O/our enemies...the Unclean Ones. The vile and repulsive. Smote them. Make them full of fear then crush them. This I ask you most Beautiful of Baseball Gods.
*pausing for a moment then rising...carefully folding the flag and walking out...glaring at ML*
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