|01:58 pm - can't claim this one is mine but it is so needed in these troubled times|
Not sure the source of this one (a local news scribe? a bloggin' pundit?) but here, via email:
Our Father, who art in Fenway,
Baseball be thy game.
Thy kingdom come, playoffs need to be won
On Earth, then on to the Cask 'n' Flagon.
Give us this day a perfect Papi
And forgive us our errors
As we forgive those like Eric Gagne.
And lead us not into desperation
But deliver us from any losses
For thine is the power
And the glory
To beat the Indians
Forever and ever...
The Yankees suck.