Curses!

This story got going last week and I thought it would go away quickly, but now that a Red Sox jersey has been unearthed from the new Yankee Stadium I can't help but give my opinion on it.

My first thought regarding this was--talk about superstitions! Obviously they are big in baseball and pre-2004 "The Curse of the Bambino" still registered in New Englanders heads on a daily basis. Some people believe in this stuff while others do not. Apparently the Yankees do--what if they didn't win a World Series for another 86 to 100 years because of this one shirt?

More importantly, the Yankees should have been looking out for this sort of stuff from the get go. Why would they hire a construction worker who roots for their enemy? I mean, honestly shouldn't people from the Bronx be building the stadium?



All I have to say is that putting a curse on a sports team has to be done the right way. For instance:

• Why brag about putting the shirt in the stadium now rather than later? The guy blew it and probably will lose his job (or have to pay for the removal of the shirt). A curse like this should have been revealed well after the stadium was built. And why go to the media with it--the media ruins everything for all of us! He would have been more satisfied sitting on his porch retired at 80 telling his grandkids the cursed Ortiz jersey still lies somewhere in Yankee Stadium's foundation.

• If you want a real curse, you would have buried David Ortiz in the cement. This goes without saying. I'm sure the Yankees would have put a window in the cement so we could all wave at Ortiz.

• Curses only happen in retaliation to something. Babe Ruth cursed the Red Sox after they traded him. Some guy with a goat cursed the Cubs 100 years ago (by the way Cubby fans, the solution is to have a "Bring your goat to the ballpark night" every homegame this year). Now that "The Curse" is lifted, I don't know what this guy has against a new Yankee Stadium unless he's anti-development. So technically this wasn't a curse.

Silliness aside, this guy's getting his 15 minutes of fame and probably being applauded up in Beantown for his efforts. But was it a diversion from other Red Sox paraphrenalia buried in the cement? Or is the cement itself made in Boston? A curse may be upon the Yankees afterall...