BAD NEWS FOR THE BOSTON RED SOX

I was standing in line at Safeway today waiting for more than five minutes while an inconsiderate woman with a death wish in front of me ordered a pack of cigarettes. Everything stopped. The checkout clerk had to leave his post, walk over to the cigarette case, find someone to help him open it, then take a few moments to locate the particular brand of poison this woman had ordered, close up the case, get it locked, bring the cancer pack back, and finally ring up the total. Then the woman paid with a credit card (she didn’t know how to use it) and it took another lengthy wait for her to pay for 2 cans of energy drink, a six-pack of beer, and a pack of cigarettes.

I have a curse, or an entrainment, that is very annoying. I hate waiting in line, and no matter which line I chose I always end up in the line with people who don’t have the fundamental intelligence or perception to perform the simple act of paying for groceries.

Why do I post about my pet peeve on a remote viewing bulletin board? While I was waiting for the stupid lady to get and pay for her cigarettes I looked down and noticed the new issue of Sports Illustrated. Woe is me. On the cover standing there smiling with his bat is Boston Red Sox slugger David Ortiz. Big Papi! - having a year in which he seems to hit a walk-off home run about every other day. Everything is going right for him. The Sox are 4 games up on the Yankees in the NL east.

Why would he allow his photo on the cover of Sports Illustrated? Is he out of his mind???

There is a curse.

There is in fact, a curse. But let’s not call it that. Curses are not real. There is an entrainment. I am predicting here and now that his season is doomed. He will have some tragic injury, the team will fail, his batting average will plummet, something terrible is gonna happen.

THE SPORTS ILLUSTRATED COVER JINX

Do this. Open Google and type in this search phrase: “Sports Illustrated Cover Curse.” Then read about all the times a player or team has appeared on the cover, and tragedy ensues.

I remember reading about Nomar Garciaparra a few years ago. On the cover of S.I. Touted as the most fit man in baseball. Immediately suffered a season ending injury. Took him years to come back, left the Sox the year they won the World Series- he wasn’t there for it.

This quote from one of the articles about S.I. cover jinx:

“The list of season-ending injuries, fatal car crashes, family tragedies, divorces, batting slumps, chokes, losing streaks and shocking upsets suffered by individuals and teams since August 1954 is too long and scary to recount.”

The point is there comes a time when a tipping point is reached. It is not just urban legend, nor is it coincidence. The thing becomes ENTRAINED. Being on the cover of S.I. is now somehow linked, attached, and resonating with injury and bad luck. It is enjoined, entangled, entrained.

This is not superstition. The weight of the collective consciousness that associates the cover of this magazine with ill fate has an effect. An entrainment has occurred.

There was an organization that had an almost unlimited budget that utilized computers to analyze things, and to create encryptions. They had a computer that would take a message and turn it into something that seemed utterly random, without meaning. This computer was situated next to another computer that had a different function. (Pay attention.) The computer that was supposed to be spitting out randomness began creating recognizable messages.

This caught someone’s attention in a big way. The organization that was employing these computers studied everything that was generated with great attention to detail. How could it be that utter, super computer generated randomness could suddenly begin forming UNencrypted messages? This was studied long and hard. They discovered that the randomness-generating computer and the nearby computer had fallen into a strange sort of harmony. An entrainment. The one computer was allowing the random generator computer to become not so random. Messages from the adjacent computer were playing out in the code.

There was a linkage. On some level they had synched, for reasons that are not fully understood. (Maybe they understand it, but they aren’t telling.) The point is, this is a weird universe. Entrainments are real.

Back to David Ortiz. He has put himself on the cover of Sports Illustrated, and is now- whether he knows it or not (I’m sure someone other than me will bring this up and call it to his attention) entered an entrainment field that is robust and real.

We’ll report on his season as it progresses.


Aloha,

Dick