A personally conflicting World Series
I am dreading a certain phone call.
At this point, I don't even want to make eye-to-screen contact with my phone for fear I will somehow telepathically incite it to ring.
When it does ring, I will be asked a series of unanswerable questions on par with "Am I getting fat?" "Do I look older than when we first met?" and "Do you think my best friend is hot?"
You see, as it turned out in my life, karma or God or Babe Ruth or Mike ...
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