The Elders Foretold of Such Things

It is around this time of year, when the daylight hours shrink down to slivers and the leaves turn a fiery red, that you can take an evening stroll through Downtown San Jose and feel the presence of souls trapped between this world and the next.  They say if you stand at the corner of 7th and Reed and listen closely, you can hear a faint voice with a slight southern drawl cry out the name "Napppppoooollllliiiiiiiii."  Like the distant baying of some tormented beast it floats eerily through the tree branches.  This is the howl of Chase Newton's Ghost, and normally it mixes with the sounds of the Autumn wind and goes unnoticed.  But this year the Texas Rangers are back in the playoffs, and with each postseason win Chase's voice will grow louder, his words more pronounced, and his obscenities more colorful.  They say the Mayan calendar predicted a third chance for the Texas Rangers to win The World Series, and that Chase's spirit would at last be at peace.  Until then,

Smashed cell phones,

Skull shaped bottles of tequila,

cursing, 

television abuse,

and irresponsible betting.

But just so we are clear on one thing, when all is said and done,