There's a good article in Slate about faith-based baseball (it's actually a re-post of an old piece examining faith-based ballers in general).

I don't know if you've noticed, but there's an abundance of evangelicals on both teams in this year's World Series. But though Sox Nation seems to suffer under the weight of a much bigger cross than anyone, anywhere, ever, the Rockies are clearly the more righteous of the two teams. I mean, they're practically a sect unto themselves.

God and Curt Schilling have sort of fallen out since the bloody sock (maybe God isn't a Republican after all, Curt)—but there are still plenty of Goddies on the Sox.

So the outcome of this World Series is going to be painful, because God's going to have to pick, isn't he? It's kind of like Sophie's Choice. I'm sure it will hurt Him as much as it hurts whomever ends up being God's other team.

What I would do if I were Sox Nation is not put all my eggs in one basket. Don't just pray to Jerry Falwell's God. Pray for intercession to the BVM. And set up a little Shinto shrine next to the boob tube. Get all your bases covered.

That, after all, is how the game is won.