Here at the Fowl Line I try to take a whimsical approach to the right conclusion, I guess I could have talked about RISP's and other such statistical boogery to support my conclusion that the A's and the Tigers are headed for the American League championship series.  I could've gone to a gypsy and paid her $50 to read tea leaves or bury my paycheck with a rooster's egg to tell me the same thing.  I could've just played both series on my Play Station and drawn the same conclusions. 

But I didn't.  Nope I just looked at the names on the A's and then on the Twins and realized the Twins had no shot.  Call it a hunch, intuition, a lucky rabbit's foot, whatever.  The simple fact is it was darn good sports reporting.  The meaty, beefy Dinty Moore kind that sticks to your ribs and makes your dog beg to lick the sharp can lid. 

Same thing with the Yankees.  They had no chance against the dollar store Tigers.  Oh sure the Yankees have the best lineup, the best pitching, best coach, but see I'm from Philadelphia and I know something you don't.  They have Bobby Abreu and he's a jinx, a moosh, he sucks the heart out of any team he's on.  The kind of player sabermites love because they don't actually watch his gutless tiptoeing in right field, or his worthless homeruns he only hits when the team is down by a hundred, nope, if there's one thing you can bet the ranch and dog on, it's Bobby Abreu will never get a WS ring.

So in the future when you need the kind of insightful sports blogging sadly bereft elsewhere on FoxBlogs (except all the blogs I have listed in my favorites and the usual gang who are nice enough to comment on my scribble), look no further than the Fowl Line.  If it's bloggable you'll find it hidden inside the creamy nougat of this blog...