THE MASTER TO RETURN... and Cards win

The Mayans were wrong.

There will be a next year.

And frankly, I can't wait: We'll have Jesus, we'll have John, we'll have my book, we'll have juju, we'll have Yu Darvish (Yu read it here first) and - moreover - we'll be able to enjoy the first artistic full-body pictorial of Lindsay Lohan, the first lady of American stage and screen.

We'll have the election, we'll have the revolution, we'll have Joba, we'll have my book, the Beatles will get back together, Pluto will be reinstated, Zooey Deschanel will molt, Michelle Obama will set a record for arm-curls, Utah will secede (without anyone noticing), Josh Beckett will explode (scattering chicken parts all over New England), and the New York Baseball Yankees will win the World Series (Yu read it here first.)