I received an e-mail that you must read to believe:
The Baseball Gods spoke to me this morning via breakfast meat.
I can only take this as a sign of which team will reign supreme in the upcoming baseball season.
I am sharing this with you not because I'm a Red Sox fan, but because I seem to have been chosen as a messenger. A vessel, if you will.
I assure you that attached photo has not been doctored or photoshopped in any way.
I assure you that it came out of the microwave exactly as you see it here.
Forget the face of Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich. THIS is the true miracle.
PS -- I would be willing to submit the Miracle to further testing and evaluation. However, unlike Brian McNamee, we disposed of the evidence. (see pic #2)