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I'm so glad we're not gonna hear talk of curses. It's the talk of idiots.
The whole 'curse' thing snowballed because of some Boston press guy named Dan Shaughnessy, who wrote a book called "The Curse of the Bambino". It was a tongue in cheek book that was taken seriously by people who really should've known better. Maybe not, though. These are the same kind of people who hide behind bilko doors, waiting for little green men from Area 51 to come knocking on their doors, fiddle about too much with Rosary beads, and cover themselves in garlic so that Tom Cruise doesn't appear in their bedrooms at night. Curse indeed!
I remember the Boston clubs back in the 70s. They had a devastating attack, even more concentrated than the present one, and it certainly seemed to everyone, even the rosary and garlic crowd, that Boston would come home with a championship. No one knew that the last one had come in 1918. During the '75 series, the onus was on Cincinnati to win the damn thing to prove to the world that they were a credible club, and win they did, their own first championship since 1940. Everyone figured that Boston would win one, and soon. Of course, Bucky Dent inflicted wounds that took the franchise years to recover from. It was then that the outside world (the world outside New England and the Maritime provinces) started to wonder if there was anything wrong.
It was the Bill Buckner play that really got the snowball rolling. Boston's a very rough town to play in. Had it been New York, or even Philadelphia, you'd find a way to suck it up, or toss the cookies out. Bill Buckner, a player with ballot considerations at the least, a much coveted star performer with whom Boston would never even have made the post season in 1986, got run out of town, and given a scarlet letter to wear for the rest of his life. He's still bitter. Can't figure out why.
So, "The Curse of the Bambino" got out, and everyone embraced this moronic myth (a myth equal to 'because of our actions in Iraq, the world is a safer place'), and it was this that actually kept the Red Sox from winning in previous years. It's bad enough that the Yankees stand in your way to greater glory, but it's even harder to deal with the Media, who make it their point, every day, to question your manhood and make money off of it.
Well, they finally did it. They cowboyed up, and did it. So, no more stupid talk about curses. There are no curses. Just incompetence.