honky cracker: I Don't Believe in Curses I don't believe in curses. I don't believe a 65-year-old corpse has any control over what happens in the year 2003. I don't even believe George Herman Ruth said any of that stuff in the first place.
I believe Dan Shaughnessy made it up.
I believe in the heavenly right arm of Pedro Martinez. I believe that a knuckleball, when knuckling properly, will not only shut down an opposing offense for an entire game but will so baffle them that the hitters can't readjust to normal pitching for days. I believe that Derek Lowe is unbeatable at home. I believe that Bill Mueller laughs in the face of Death. I don't believe in Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior, but I believe that, in the third game, David Ortiz will rise again and lead us to a series sweep over the Oakland A's.
I believe that spaghetti sauce - and nothing else - makes a fine snack any time of day. I believe in beer for breakfast, waffles for lunch, and whiskey for dinner. I believe in long-term relationships with lighters and disposable girlfriends. I believe that driving 500 miles to see your favorite band and finding out, after you get there, that the shows have been cancelled still makes for a damn good time. I believe in things that are worth camping out and waiting for. I believe that if you don't feel like you could die at any moment every second of your life, you're not living hard enough.
I believe I just wrote a horrible nasty commercial for some inane little product or another.