Filed under: CubsStuff keeps happening to the Chicago Cubs, and that stuff keeps happening in brutal ways. Even before the decades of gloom thickened over Wrigleyville this weekend after Lou Piniella bolted more than a month before his scheduled retirement as a sure-fire Hall of Fame manager, I've been thinking about something.
I've been thinking the Curse of the Bambino was overrated, along with whatever forces were behind The Interception, The Drive, The Fumble, The Shot and The Decision around Cleveland.
I've also been thinking the Cubs really are jinxed.
If somebody looked deep behind all of the ivy, they might discover that Wrigley Field is the unofficial home of Freddy Krueger, Leatherface, Michael Myers, the Blair Witch and Jason.
Scarier than that, we know the Cubs' little house of horrors features the worst baseball you'll ever see over a series of years. Their forefathers clearly did something to a werewolf -- or dare I say a billy goat -- to cause all of this.
"Well, I don't believe in ghosts or black cats or anything like that," said Oscar Gamble, laughing over the phone from Montgomery, Ala., where he is 41 years removed from playing for the Cubs when their present and future looked as eternally bright as Wrigley's sunshine.
1969.
It always goes back for the Cubs to 1969.
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