27 outs and 1 run or more than the Cards. Four chances. Could it be...

I posted this at Tony Jones's blog in the comments on his BCS blog.

(That sports aren't able to be quantified) I think, is why baseball, and sports in general, can be so fascinating. Read a book like "Moneyball" and you figure anyone with a stat sheet should be able to put a winner together, and sure, stats do help. But then you read an article about the probability of the best team winning and you kind of shake your head. For example, "Keeping Score: Winning Team and Best Team? It's a Flip of the Coin"By Alan Schwarz New York Times October 24, 2004.

How can you quantify the better team? Baseball, with its never ending statistics, seems like the sport most given to being quantified, but the fact is, you still can't do it. The article referenced above sites some attempts that start, in my opinion, with faulty premises, but that doesn't matter. What I'm really saying is perhaps sports resonates with people because there is mystery...and the more our churches embraced that mystery, rather than trying to explain it away, the more the message would resonate with people.

What can I say? I didn't believe and I'm still not sure I do. There have not been words created that can adequately express what those friggin Red Sox just accomplished. Absolutely stunning.
Now, the question is, can they finish the job?

-B

No, that sense of impending doom hasn't subsided. Have you ever liked a girl who's strung you along, and maybe even gone out with you a few times, but then she dumps you? And then she does it again. And again. And again. And again. And every time you swear, "That's it, I'm done with her." Friggin' Red Sox, just when I thought I was through with them they woo me back. Maybe they won't dump me this time. I'd be better off watching Top Gun. Every time I watch that movie I think, "Well, maybe Goose won't die this time." Yeah, and maybe the Red Sox will win this time.

The Yankees are supposed to be the evil empire, but why is it that I hear David Ortiz whispering in my ear, "Come (back) to the dark side."

Go Sox, rip my heart out again.

I might start blogging again. I had a feeling I wouldn't last long in the blogging world, but I might give it another shot. We'll see. Not sure what happened to all my comments. Oh well.

-Brian

PS. I've been a Red Sox fan for too long to have any real hope left for them. The sense of impending doom, on the other hand, is quite tangible.