"Instant Karma's Going To Get You..."

Yeah, how simple life would be if it were all relative to karma. But, my friends, every now and then the universe throws us a right cross on the chin and why, after the stars have cleared, something marvelous happens. Like in the city by the Bay. The SF Giants led by a baby-face, named Lincecum, pitches tonight trying to put the final choke hold on the Phillies to catapult his team into the World Series. After a dramatic walk off win last night at AT&T Park, a victory would be the cherry on the sundae and drop the city into a frenzy the likes which hasn't been seen around here since, er, the ill fated 1989 Loma Prieta quake-off that pitted the Oakland A's vs the Giants. And how fitting that this adrenalin thumping drama descends on a team which fields peach fuzzy, Posey, Lincecum, and Bumgardner along with Brian Wilson (not the singer) the all world closing pitcher who dyes his beard with bear grease (fiction), sports a mohawk occasionally, and dominated the league in saves this past year...a Giants team with it's chemical past in the rear view mirror, finally devoid of steroid prima donas, and locker room dissensions, now led by a cluster of man children, hit the karma refresh button and finds itself implausibly standing on the brink of the biggest stage of them all.

The bigger story though, resides in Arlington, Texas where the Rangers a franchise now owned by Nolan Ryan, and who have never been to the World Series in their agonizingly riddled history, have the vaunted Yankees on the ropes and will try and close out the deal Friday night. In all of baseball, there is not a better story than the one swirling around Ranger's, center fielder, Josh Hamilton. Hamilton, a stud with the bat, terrorizing the Yankees with his hitting in the playoffs, has a well documented past of bad boy behavior: hard drugs and blackouts, culminated by a stretch of 2 years when he left baseball to detox, find himself, and eventually claw his way back to the major leagues. The World Series in Texas? Bring that baby home to the land of the Pecos...

Ginny Thomas. WTF? Did somebody slip her a barrel of acid tabs? Concussed from a helmet to helmet hit on the playing field? Uh, ask Anita Hill to apologize? After there's ice water in hell.