There’s a scene in Winnie-the-Pooh where Owl’s tree blows over in a storm. Owl looks around bewilderedly, asking “Who? Who?” Finally, Owl spots Pooh, and asks, “Pooh? Did you do this?”

“I don’t think so,” says Pooh.

There’s a fundamental Owlness to human psychology. As children, when our thought processes are formed, everything in our world seems to be caused by the willpower of our parents. So we naturally look for human agents (or supernatural ones), whose acts of willpower (or lack thereof) cause every event in our lives.

The Boston Red Sox won the World Series last night. Congratulations!

Who did this? Who? Who? Owner John Henry, was that you? General Manager Theo Epstein, did you do this? Manager Terry Francona? Consultant Bill James? The goddess Venus in eclipse?

And why did it take so long? Babe Ruth? Harry Frazee? Tom Yawkey?

The St. Louis Cardinals got swept. Somebody did that! Was it Tony LaRussa? Walt Jocketty?

The Yankees didn’t win another championship. Who did that? George Steinbrenner? Brian Cashman? Joe Torre? Mel Stottlemeyer?

So Happy Owl Day today! And enjoy the next one on November 3. You know what to do.

Meanwhile, players and voters move on, like the wind.

The Periodic Table of Blogs was getting a little stale, so I got out the axe and chopped it up and stirred it around a bit.

Twenty-four blogs got swapped. This time, a lot of business blogs have appeared that seem worth checking out. How many of them will survive the next cut?

Varitek, Walker, Calero.
Anderson, Sanders, Cedeno.
Matheny, Martinez,
Embree, Ramirez,
Roberts, Tavarez, Arroyo.

Wakefield, Morris, Marquis.
Reyes, Rolen, Reese.
Isringhausen, Lowe,
Renteria, Foulke,
Eldred, Suppan, Ortiz.

Schilling, Cabrera, Taguchi.
Luna, Molina, Mabry.
Youkilis, Leskanic,
Myers, Mientkiewicz,
Womack, Millar, Mirabelli.

Haren, Bellhorn, Timlin.
King, Mueller, Williams.
Pujols, LaRussa,
Kapler, Francona,
Nixon, Damon, Edmonds.

I’m busy working on some big projects, so blogging is and will be light here for awhile.

If you need a baseball poetry fix, I suggest heading over to Grapez, as Greg Perry blogs the ALCS in verse.

Attack. Attack now.
The flame devours the candle.
Intense. Relentless.

A pool of spent wax.
A dark room. The scent of smoke.
A cold memory.

An underdog’s dream is expiring
After Nathan’s now-infamous tiring.
Anyone with a brain
Would have used Jesse Crain.
Do the Twins now regret Gardenhiring?

The fate of the Astros looks glowing
When Clemens or Oswalt is throwing.
But Atlanta can fight
If their karma is Wright,
Or if Houston goes Backe-Munroing.

Though pundits are plotting and planning,
The stats they are scouring and scanning
To lay out who wins–
The Yankees(!!!) or Twins(???),
Are worthless when Johan’s Santanning.

To triumph, the Angels will need
To use their advantage in speed.
Boston needs early licks,
For beyond inning six,
The Halos won’t give up a lead.

Both have rotations in doubt.
Each has their best starter out.
The defensive play
Slightly favors L.A.,
But on offense, the Cards have more clout.

Sadly, this needless divorce
Stems from an odious source:
Ownership greed
And failures to lead.
I feel sick from their lack of remorse.