My beautiful Oakland A's lost in spite of my invoking the spirit of the old ones, the bunny-wunnies that dwell in outer darkness and only come forth to feed.
See below. I guess we care about athletic teams in which we place our confidence because those teams act out in symbolic terms the ancient urge to conquest for which nature red in tooth and claw has selected some and neglected others. That the shadow carnage is restricted to vocabulary -- we killed 'em -- means it's all a kind of sublimation, right?
And if you shrug and respond, "We murder to dissect," aha, AHA. That's just another game, innit?
Course, if you bet on these things and lose, I guess they really do break your legs, though not in a competitive way.
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