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Since the Owd Timer picked the new contest, I felt compelled to enter. This Red Bird was lost and he saw my Cardinal Flag waving from the front porch. He figured I could give him directions to St. Louis. He had flown in from somewhere back east. I think I detected a slight Boston accent. He said he wasn't treated too well there and claimed those folks were world serious. The only thing he liked about them was the color of their sox. I told him he needed to go south and a little east to get to St. Louis. About that time a crow landed in the yard and offered to fly with him part way. I have been eating crow since the World Series so this one was safe. He liked my pad and tweeted "wait til next year," as him and the Old Crow headed south. Maybe Mimi will console him when he arrives there.