It's time for some real voodoo. The pin cushions, flaming squirrels and dead virgins just aren't cutting it. This time I need to work that dark magic a little harder.
So I call upon the baseball spirits tonight. I've gathered the necessary tokens of sacrifice: my father's Red Sox cap, a Wade Boggs (Boston years) baseball card and a can of baked beans. While they are simmering over a fire stoked by the flames of hatred, I will recite my incantation and unleash the ultimate kryptonite upon the Red Sox mojo; the garlic, the holy water, the silver bullet that will crush the spirit of the Red Sox.
All hail the Bucky Dent voodoo!
[This is not going to come back to haunt me because I have the power to delete any trace of this entry should the Yankees lose tonight. I. Have. The. Power!]