Is it sinking in for the Sawx faithful yet?

Umm, no.

But Sheila has some very Sheila-esque observations from watching the game holed up in a notorious Red Sox bar in Hoboken.

The Irish Elk has a link round-up of commentary including this gem from Jonah Goldberg:

This isn't sour grapes. I may technically be a Yankees "fan" but it's only out of vestigial loyalty sort of like the way Madonna is still a "Catholic."

Nevertheless, I do hope the Red Sox lose in the World Series. There aren't many curses left in modern society most people still believe in. We've sanitized the culture of such mysticisms. Or we've elevated them to quasi-religions deserving full respect under the rules of political correctness ("Oh? You're a Pagan? Isn't that wonderful! My hairdresser's a Druid!"). The BoSox curse is old but it's not weird. It's a comfortable bit of lore which adds drama to life. If it disappears the magic and mystery of life will be a teeny bit diminished. Except of course for Red Sox fans, who will be whistling dixie out of every orifice for a year. Depriving them of such joy seems worth the price.

In a word: harrumph! Burke be damned on this one (Edmund, not Ellis of course).

But the Elk has the goods, so read and scroll and savor....

This idea sums it up perfectly to me:

Particularly since Monday is St. Crispins Day, the 589th anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt. (BTW, the Elk gives us THIS link to hear Branagh do the St. Cripsin's Day speech. Mmmmmmm.....Branagh!)

YIPS! from Robbo: Our friend Freakin' Jen asked in comments below if I was going to do another series meme a la the ALCS/Star Wars thing. I have to confess that nothing comes to mind. I have no particular feeling about the Cards one way or another except, of course, hoping the Sawx beat them. If it had been the 'Stros, we could have done this whole Roger Clemens = Emperor Palpatine thing. But such is not to be.