The Curse That Almost Was

I love baseball. I am also very superstitious when it comes to sports. So this story from the New York Post has me intrigued.

Apparently, construction worker and Red Sox fan, Gino Castignoli, thought it would be fun to bury a Sox jersey beneath the concrete at the new Yankee Stadium. Seeing as how the only team I despise more than the Red Sox is the Yankees, I found this idea to be nothing short of genius. However, Professor Castignoli blabbed about it to the friggin' NY Post, of all places.

The Yankees found the jersey and apparently had some sort of 'extraction ceremony'. Why? Because we all know that sports curses are bullshit, so we have to have a big production about retrieving a dirty jersey from three feet of concrete at considerable expense.

If this guy, Castignoli, had any brains at all he would have kept quiet about it until the new stadium opened and then wrote an anonymous letter, or have gone to a bar and started rumors about the "curse of the Buried Jersey". He could have passed into legend. But he had to brag to the New York Post. The NY friggin' Post! If you have to tell a paper, why not the Boston Globe?

So much for your sports immortality there, genius.