I am the Curse and I bid you goodbye

[Curse of the Bambino]

I am the Curse of the Bambino.

For years I have toiled in the background, ruining the hopes and dreams of millions of Red Sox fans. Time and time again, I have crushed Red Sox Nation with my mailicious and destructive powers.

When the Impossible Dream became truly impossible, you cried.
When the Big Red Machine took game 7 in '75, you cried.
When Bucky Bleeping Dent wrecked the '78 team, you cried.
When the ball rolled through Buckner's legs, you cried.
When you were rolled over mercilessly through '88, '90, and '95, you cried.
When the Yankees mauled you in '99, you cried.
When Aaron Boone launched one out on an autumn night in 2003, you cried.

But now the crying is over, Red Sox Nation. The most incredible comeback in sports history over the Yankees, including a superhuman performance from a certain Curt Schilling, and individual efforts from every member of your spirited team, brought me to the brink of my destruction.

As a parting gift to Red Sox fans, and as a last display of mysticism, I made the moon disappear for you last night.

The popping of champagne corks were heard all over the world, and friends and family gathered and offered heartfelt toasts to all the generations of fans that came before.

Schilling hugged Pesky in the clubhouse. Even I, a malicious and insidious curse, cried. How could you not?

But many have asked, "weren't you just a concoction of a single sportswriter in Boston?" The answer is no. I was real because you made me real, I had power because you gave it to me. But finally, united around a team that refused to die, and holding out hope that this really WAS the year, you took back the powers that you gave me.

My destruction is your gift to the old-timers without much time left, to the wide-eyed children walking up the ramp for the first time into your glorious ballpark, to the fans who, with single-hearted devotion, always said, "wait until next year".

And when the banner of World Champions is raised over your baseball temple next April, you will all be crying again.

Congratulations, Red Sox Nation. You fought me for 84 years and never gave up the dream. May your cold winter in Boston be a little warmer, the snow be a little more beautiful, and the fire a little more cozy.

Signing out for eternity,

The Curse of the Bambino

also see: http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=1876674#1882694

[ronnykmarshall]

1. See ya ..

Now tell that damn goat in Chicago to take a hike!

[Old and In the Way]

2. Gotta agree.....

chicago deserves their own curse to be lifted.....in a few years.

:-)

[Jackpine Radical]

3. Get a life, Will.

[bloodyjack]

5. *laughing online*

[KamaAina]

4. Curse, with four votes, you ARE the Weakest Link...

GOODBYE!!!!!!!!!!!

</anne-robinson>

[gratuitous]

6. Don't let the door hit ya in the ass!

And one more time, I fart in your general direction!

(Though personally, I think it was the emptying of my nostril at the curse that really brought it low.)

[HEyHEY]

7. Now, head over to the yankees and curse their asses

[JohnKleeb]

8. the way to curse the Yanks is Roma curses

;)