The Curse has been broken, and as advertised in this space, it happened in a four-game sweep, under a lunar eclipse.
And may I claim modestly for myself, that I have correctly predicted the outcome of eleven consecutive World Series games between the Boston Red Sox and the St. Louis Cardinals, covering thirty-seven years of time.
There is a God, and for the moment at least, He is a Red Sox fan. Don Saunders, rest in peace.
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