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honky cracker: I Don't Believe in Curses
I don't believe in curses.
I don't believe a 65-year-old corpse has any control over what happens in the year 2003.
I don't even believe George Herman Ruth said any of that stuff in the first place.
I believe Dan Shaughnessy made it up.
I believe in the heavenly right arm of Pedro Martinez.
I believe that a knuckleball, when knuckling properly, will not only shut down an opposing offense for an entire game but will so baffle them that the hitters can't readjust to normal pitching for days.
I believe that Derek Lowe is unbeatable at home.
I believe that Bill Mueller laughs in the face of Death.
I don't believe in Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior, but I believe that, in the third game, David Ortiz will rise again and lead us to a series sweep over the Oakland A's.
I believe that spaghetti sauce - and nothing else - makes a fine snack any time of day.
I believe in beer for breakfast, waffles for lunch, and whiskey for dinner.
I believe in long-term relationships with lighters and disposable girlfriends.
I believe that driving 500 miles to see your favorite band and finding out, after you get there, that the shows have been cancelled still makes for a damn good time.
I believe in things that are worth camping out and waiting for.
I believe that if you don't feel like you could die at any moment every second of your life, you're not living hard enough.
I believe I just wrote a horrible nasty commercial for some inane little product or another.
