Sometimes, I swear, bananafish seem like born-again Manichaeists. For example: God can't root for the Yankees. He's >too busy rooting for the team that plays for the City of the Angels :) > The first sentence is so eminently sensible that it virtually qualifies as capital "T" Truth.... But it's followed, almost in the same breath, by a sentence so stupid that it doesn't bear serious discussion. If God were a Dodger, She definitely died the day the team left Brooklyn! Hasn't our old buddy D. B. Caulfield taken up residence in that detestible excuse for a city? And doesn't Holden describe it as a place of prostitution, rather than a stop or two short of Heaven itself? City of the Angels, indeed! --Paul