The Cursed Red Sox. I can break your curse.
I know that’s a huge statement to make. I am willing to live with it if I don’t actually break the curse though.Here is the story.
I don’t like baseball. Oh come on, not EVERYONE is a baseball fan…just keep reading. I think baseball is boring. I’m a football kinda girl, who watches basketball reluctantly (and only for the last few years).
I met my current boyfriend in our fantasy football league. Please don’t tell his parents, they already think I am weird, they really don’t need any more ammo. My boyfriend is a Yankees fan. NO, don’t leave yet. The answer to the curse might be in this non-baseball fan girl with a Yankees boyfriend.
He wants me to like baseball. I refuse to. He is certain my life (and his girlfriend) would be perfect if I would just sit down and watch a baseball game. I have a Cubbies hat (it’s one of those cool fisherman type hats that I wear during the summer) and I decided that if I was going to be a baseball fan I would be a Cubbies fan because I already had the hat. I got home late one night and he was already asleep. On HBO was a documentary of “The Curse of the Bambino” I got settled into bed and couldn’t find the remote to change the channel. I watched the whole thing. I decided that I was going to be a Red Sox fan because I’m that type of person. I woke up the next morning and SOMEHOW remembered stats and names. I started spitting things out like, “Bucky Fucking Dents.” He smiled and said, “Awww, you learned some baseball last night?” I smiled up at him and then I said, “I watched a movie last night.” I then started spitting out more facts. That cute smile started to droop. “Those are Red Sox stats honey.” I then informed him…”I KNOW! I’m going to be a RED SOX’S fan!” His smile was gone. “I’m going to be a baseball fan for ONE year and I’m going to be a Red Sox fan and I am going to be the reason that the curse is broke.”
This didn’t go over very well. He then informed me that they would have to go through the Yankees to break that curse. I said I was ready.
I don’t have a Red Sox hat. I’m not allowed to buy one. I’m not allowed to watch the games and I’m not allowed to say the Red Sox name..without adding “Dreaded” in front of it. I just call them ‘the soon to be un-cursed team’.
Well, last night he said (and I swear I need to document this somewhere) that the Red Sox was a damn good team. Then he said that the Yankees were their daddies, but he said something nice about the Soxs. I think that was a sign in the removal of the curse. I don’t know. I just needed to tell someone other than my boyfriend this story because when the Red Sox win the World Series…I can say, “I lifted the curse.”