Armageddon

Worlds collide...
The impossible happens...
The sky rips open to unleash a bleeding hand; it reaches down and plucks the last life of everything sacred that would have covered the earth. Fires erupt spontaneously, animals retreat into their habitats. Plants curl up and die. The ground becomes dark, damp, and lifeless all across the countryside. Cities crumble, governments fold, anarchy breeds, and martial law rules the land. It questions the mind, inquires the soul, puts into perspective the very meaning of life.
How could it happen? Was it some kind of sign from God, some kind of divine intervention?
Would God actually want the Red Sox to win? Or was it a mistake?
Was the Great Bambino paying too much attention to the upcoming election to care about his own stinking curse?
Did Rodney Dangerfield have some kind of swing voice? And will that get him any respect?
I don't have an answer. I am still in shock. But I do think that these events will have a profound effect on baseball's future history and perhaps the history and remainder of humanity.