Karmic Justice
The only thing worse than being an Orioles fan in Dodger country, is being an Orioles fan in Yankee country. I had the distinct displeasure of watching 12-year old Jeffrey Maier pull a fair ball out of play during the 1996 ALCS between the Yanks & the O's. The cheating New York umps ruled it a home run, allowing the pinstripe mafia to win the game, the series, and, eventually, the world championship.

Jeffrey Maier.

I almost could have gone to that game. I would have been in the bleachers, not far from that kid. And I can tell you this: any lynching that I might receive at the hands of rabid Bronx baseball fans would have been well worth the satisfaction of snapping that little punk's neck like a twig for robbing Cal Ripken of his best chance to retire with a 2nd World Series ring.

Sorry. Did I think that or write that? My bad. That was the rabid Orioles fan in me. I try not to let it out too much. It's not pretty.

Anyway, if there's any justice in the world, last night's little mishap in the Yankees/Red Sox game was just the beginning of the cosmic chickens coming home to roost for those S.O.B.s.

Go Sox!