In a kitchen drawer I use every day, deep in the back, is a cheesey bottle opener that plays Rory's call of the final out of the 2002 WS. 15 minutes ago, I opened the drawer and heard "Here's the pitch to Lofton, fly ball center field - Erstad says he's got it. Erstad makes the catch! The Anaheim Angels are the champions of baseball!!!" I was trying to open the drawer and figure out where the damn thing was, I heard it about 8 times. Made me sad, and then hopeful this is some kind of ghost from the past coming to our rescue. And I don't believe in that shit. But it's kind of freakin' me out.