God doesn't deal in controlling athletic competitions. It's not his way. However, there are a few of us here that dabble now and then.

I asked around and, long story short, you have a blood relative that slept with St. John the Baptist's girlfriend. St. J-money (as I call him) prevents them from winning a world series purely to spite you.

Sorry home-slice.

Sincerely,
Christ-shizzle, yo Lord-izzle