Just read this from Wezen-Ball. I’ve never heard this story before. Short version: Starting on Septemeber 9, the 1930 Cardinals kept getting telegrams from a man who correctly predicted the outcome of every game between then and on through Game 5 of the World Series.
It’s kinda creepy, really. And the last bit about the man’s death made me instantly think of the “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose” episode of “X-Files.”
Cut me some slack. That was the best show ever. And if circumstances and a restraining order hadn’t gotten in the way, I would have married Agent Scully back in 1995 or so.
