God isn’t dead, as some theologists have suggested. It’s just that He’s moved on to St. Louis.
At 3:23 p.m. Thursday, Our Old Town Team succumbed. Bob Gibson had shut off the oxygen, and we all faced a re-entry crisis common to those who must go back to the real world. The whole thing, the battle for The Planetary Baseball Championship, had been as kicky as playing the market in 1929. Again there was a Depression. It began in the third inning when a runt named Dallan Maxvill hit a triple for the team called Cardinals and sponsored by Gussie’s Brewery in St. Louis. Maxvill shouldn’t be able to spell triple against Jim Lonborg, let alone hit one.