The word curse is a loaded one in Boston. It is all Red Sox fans heard about for 86 years. I don’t care if you are talking about San Francisco’s Krukow Curse, or the Curse of the Billy Goat in Chicago, or even the curse of Tutankhamun's Tomb.
None of them hold a candle to the curse the good people of Boston used to know.
Red Sox fans hold onto the one and only curse that matters—the Bambino. It may seem old, it may seem passé, but the curse seems to have reared its ugly head once again in the Red Sox clubhouse. Call it drama if the word curse makes you uncomfortable. But even the championships of 2004 and 2007 cannot fully erase such a powerful word from a Bostonian’s lexicon.
The clubhouse has been called toxic. It has been plagued with reports of malcontent players. There was the chicken and beer fiasco of last September. There was Josh Beckett's ill-timed golf outing. The laundry list is long and not pleasant.
But fear not, there is reason for hope. Ten players on the Boston Red Sox seem immune to Boston’s clubhouse curse.