I am torn.

Now that the Red Sox have been vanquished by the Tampa Rays (don’t ask me just how tempted I was on Sunday to pray for them in church), the World Series has lost something.

No, not that a Tampa-Philadelphia series doesn’t have a lot of baseball “gravitas,” (to resurrect a word from the presidential campaigns of the past).

It is more that I am too happy the Red Sox lost.

I am more in the camp, “Who cares who wins? The Red Sox lost. This pastor is happy.”