The Houston Astros are the 2022 champions, and they won in 2017 as you may recall. Dusty Baker has his second World Series ring, and this one has most certainly punched his ticket to Cooperstown.
Is this not the matchup some of us anticipated, and some of us dreamed of, when the post-season began? On the one hand, a powerhouse that comfortably cruised to the the best record in the league, facing off with a squad whose season didn't take off until they replaced their manager halfway through?
What happened? it happened, that's all. It happened like a car wreck or a rape or an aneurysm in the brain, an arbitrary punishment selected by an unseen God for an unknown reason which could have happened to John or Joe or George Bush or the St. Louis Cardinals, but which sought out the Toronto Blue Jays and sat upon their shoulders with wings of iron.
You may recall that around this time last year I explained to the world and everyone why I was Through With Pythagoras. I had long given serious attention to the teaching of the old desert sage, but those days were now behind me.