There are few things in life that when inflicted upon somebody else make me happy. I’m still a sucker for any America’s Home Video shot of a kid lining a batted ball into the crotch of his father. I love the scene in “Dumb and Dumber” when Harry is in Miss Samsonite’s bathroom after Lloyd has slipped him the TurboLax, and I was at my most morbidly happy last night watching 55,000 soggy, inbred dumbasses watching their favorite team absolutely phone in another World Series effort.

Honestly, if this is how you are going to play on the game’s biggest stage, why even bother? I’m sure there’s a tee ball team in Branson that could have made a better show of it than the Cardinals have. Since the eighth inning of game one, the Red Sox have taken them out behind the woodshed and treated them like Kobe Bryant “tips” the concierge.

It hurts. And it’s freakin’ great.

It’s nice to see that Wendell Kim got work so fast. He’s apparently wearing a Luis Guzman Halloween costume and pretending to be Jose Oquendo. Here’s my problem with blaming Jeff Suppan entirely for not scoring from third with nobody out and runners and second and third on that grounder to Mark Bellhorn.

There’s plenty of blame to go around. Should Suppan have scored? Let’s put it this way, even in his current condition, Gabby Harnett would have scored on that play.

But Oquendo has to get most of the blame there. He’s standing right behind Suppan, and Edgar Renteria is on second base. Edgar doesn’t need Jose’s assistance getting from second to third on a grounder hit behind him. Oquendo knows what spazzes pitchers are when they get on base. Remember Jason Marquis barrell roll into second base on Saturday night? All Jose had to do was to make sure Suppan was going. He wasn’t. Jose finally saw his pitcher, frozen like Bambi in your headlights and he tried to get him to go. Suppan and Oquendo’s cover story is that Jose was yelling “go, go” and Suppan thought he was yelling “no, no”. But the part that just kills me, and I can’t see this enough is Oquendo actually turns his back on Suppan in disgust. While Jose’s doing that, David Ortiz is throwing a rainbow that took about nineteen seconds to come down at third base, and gunning Suppan out.

Suppan’s a moran for not scoring. But Oquendo was a moran for not only not getting Suppan home, but then bailing on him as he was being picked off. Honestly, Wavin’ Wendell would be an upgrade over Jose. And that’s saying something.

Jose also was behind the brilliant strategic idea to send Larry Walker home with the bases loaded and one out on a flyball to Manny Ramirez that literally had him about 30 feet from the infield grass. Manny could have underhanded it to home plate and gotten Walker out.

Couple that, with Larry misplaying two flyballs in the same inning and it prompted his own brother to disown him on national TV. By the way, the whole Larry, Barry, Kerry, Marry, Larry Senior thing nauseated me. But I did like when Barry said to Chris Myers, “I’d tell him to shape up or ship out.”

Don’t even get me started on the wisdom of having Myers interview Leon from the Budweiser commercials during the eighth inning of a World Series game. I’m sure Oquendo was the brains behind that, too.

By the way, the Genius is now 5-11 in World Series play, and in non-earthquake interrupted World Series he’s 1-11. Tony better hope the New Madrid fault starts shaking this afternoon.

It’s going to take more than a full lunar eclipse to save them now.