Now, don't get me wrong. The Miracle of the original Easter Sunday was nothing to sneeze at. I mean, rising from the dead is no insignificant feat, even for the Son of the Almighty.
Nonetheless, the Easter Miracle may just have to take a back seat to that which the Mets are attempting to accomplish tonight. This assemblage of underachievers, led by a well-meaning wackjob, and run by a front office that's hamstrung by financial difficulties, will tonight go after their fifth consecutive victory.
If they can pull off this feat, little children may be hunting for assorted dyed baseballs next Easter.
Obviously, I'm counting on the fact that the Almighty Creator of the Universe has a sense of humor. Or else...See you in Hell!
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