Finally! I got it! We're in! I'd worked several schemes -- different TVs, different seats, holding different sacred objects --then, last night, BINGO, I remembered a connection early in the season, which I squirreled away for the playoffs, but it had slipped my mind. It was right in front of me all the time!
I killed all the lights but for two intense track beams, which are sort of blinding, so you have to shield your eyes and you can barely see the TV screen. But it worked!
Two minutes later, an A-bomb from A-rod.
Five minutes later, Georgie juices one.
With the one-run lead, I switched off the juice. Conservation is key. (Turn off water while brushing teeth.) Plus, my wife was carping because she couldn't see anything. (Note to self: Buy flowers for ALCS.)
I surgicallyy re-engaged the juju system the ninth, because tack-on runs are critical.
Game. Set. Match.
Folks, we're in! Pull your money out of the bank, take out a second mortgage, liquidate all assets, head to Vegas and plunk it down on the ballclub. This is as solid a force as I've had since 1999.
Don't worry about a thing. Just climb on Duque's back, 'cause we're winning the show. I cracked the code. The lights are shining on us!
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