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Oct 19, 2016We went through years of seeing every hack in America reduce dramatic Red Sox playoff baseball to prefabricated invocations of the Curse of the Bambino, and hindsight has only proven how silly and counterproductive it was for writers to hug their clichés rather than write meaningful and interesting things about meaningful and interesting baseball games.
↩︎ Deadspin
Despite their regular-season advantage, the Cubs find themselves tied with the Dodgers, and even behind in championship odds, 31 to 35 percent.
The Cubs deserve to be proud of their regular season dominance, but for a number of reasons baseball playoffs don't do very well at identifying the best teams. So even if the Cubs are the best, they are still more likely to lose than to win.
In 1945, Cubs fans objected to the stench of a goat in the bleachers. The goat, named Murphy, was tavernkeeper Billy Sianis's pet, and he took the ejection to heart, declaring as he left that "them Cubs, they ain't gonna win no more."
So, does the curse exist? For millions of Cubs fans, it does: the team's travails have included decades of mediocrity punctuated by heartbreak that damned the good years. Last year's collapse even came at the mercy of a Mets second baseman also named Murphy.
For what it's worth, Sianis's Billy Goat Tavern stands to this day; it was also the subject of the SNL skit "Olympia Cafe."
"That mounting sense of dread accompanying escalating blunders is what sportswriter Thomas Boswell once called 'the spooky music' that runs under baseball. And yet it’s easier for us to focus on a single mistake and call that 'the turning point.'"
Thirteen years and four days ago, the Cubs were up 3-1 in the NL Championship Series against the Florida Marlins, and ace right-hander Mark Prior had the game on lock. Then Cubs fan Steve Bartman caught a foul ball over the outstretched glove of leftfielder Moises Alou, who immediately and portentously lost his shit at Bartman, who was escorted away by security, secreted away never to appear publicly again.
Was he sent by the Billy Goat? A Marlins rally started immediately, and Prior lost his touch—for the game and soon for his career. Then Alou was soon a laughingstock for peeing on his hands. The Cubs would lose the game and the series. The ball was sold for $106,000, and Bartman got none of it.
See also: The 30 for 30 Catching Hell, a feature-length documentary on the Bartman incident.
Oct 17, 2016The truth is that we ran the flag up the pole too soon. No doubt about it.
↩︎ Chicago Tribune
Fans invoke plenty of folk superstitions when cheering for the Cubs, but the team has gone further. In 2008, they invited a Greek Orthodox priest to bless—or perhaps exorcize—the dugout, though when the team lost in a sweep team management quickly disavowed the invite. Their catcher even took communion in Wrigley this year.
