I never believed in a curse, anyway. Curse, schmurse. Consider this: going back to 1967, the Red Sox seem to have been competitive about 85% of the time. I can remember only a couple of seasons under .500. Now, much of the time, the Chokecago Cubs have been utterly embarrassing, in comparison. In that time, you can look back on the likes of Rico Petrocelli and Fred Lynn and Jim Rice and Carlton Fisk and Spike Owen and Marty Barrett and George Scott and a whole bunch of other talented guys who came through Kenmore Square. Curse? No. I blame much of the Fenway Failure on front office incompetence. Haywood Sullivan, Dan Duquette, et al, ad infinitum ad quite nauseum. Incompetence breeds contempt, and that kind of contempt brings 24/7 talk of curses and getting the Yankee off your back.
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Yes, Yankees fans need to learn Humility, I know, I know. Thing is, they're incapable of feeling such a human emotion. That's why it's so much fun to see their crestfallen faces. They've been made to believe that losing is NOT their lot in life, it's everyone else's. Funny, since most of them lived through the Dark Days of 1989, 1990, 1991, back when the Yankees were posting records that even the Tampa Bay Devil Rays would've laughed at.
There's a sports analyst on the radio in New York, a man named Mike Francesa. In the most arrogant tone possible, he claims that there's a "Natural Order of Things", in other words, the Yankees on top and the Red Sox prone. Such a concept is a relative one. Mr. Francesa, being a few years older than myself, could easily have been molded into thinking this way during his formative years, which were the years of Mantle and Maris and Bobby Richardson. To me, the "Natural Order of Things" is a somewhat different one...given my formative years, the 'Natural Order' consisted of 75-80% of the press and the media and the buzz about town being focused on goings on in Queens in a windswept stadium covered on the outside with orange and blue shingles, with the unhappy remainder of the press and the media and the buzz about town bestowed on a yellowed and faded heritage, the indifferent ownership of CBS, and Joe Pepitone and Horace Clarke. Or, in the words of George Steinbrenner, "Out-Towned". Those were the days. The Mets on top, and the Yanks willing to sell their souls to Satan just to beat the Baltimore Orioles.
The World Series starts Saturday, with Wakefield the knuckleballer starting for the Boston Red Sox. Man, does that sound great.