I'm too excited to do much math. The improbability odds have collapsed, and the Red Sox have made baseball history by not only coming back from three games behind in the championship series, but winning the seventh game against the dread army of Gog and Magog (the New York Yankees) and winning the American League pennant. This is the first resurrection. The rest of the dead will not come to life until the last trumpet sounds. Another conflict awaits the faithful followers: yet another sevenfold tribulation which may yet end in the Abyss. For our souls have not won through to the golden crown since 1918 years after the mythical birthdate of the Lord, and it is said that we are accursed in the apostolic city of Boston. Yet behold, we see a crowd of men in white garments trimmed in red and blue, and they stand on a green field, and their hair is long and woolly. The seven golden lampstands of Fenway Park will be lit and there will be the sound of an immense number of the faithful. They must endure a ten-day ordeal, starting this weekend. There are those who say that there are many worlds, and thus it is possible to have a Multiple World Series. Let me calculate on the golden abacus the progression of this Series. Even if our effort has to die, I keep the faith, and may we receive the crown of life for our prize. If anyone has ears to hear, let him (or her) listen: for those who prove victorious there is nothing to be afraid of in the second death.

(Freely adapted from the New Testament's "Book of Revelation.")

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