The Cardinals had that ebola thing happen to them in this World Series.
They just could not win.
Not a single game.
But if you're a baseball fan, the Yankees/Red Sox AL Championship Series was an impossible-good thing to watch.
Down 3 games to nothin, the Boston Red Sox won 4 straight and then took the whole shootin' match (as my Grandma Lucerne used to say).
You're Jimmy Stewart and you're about to jump off that bridge, but the angel comes and not only saves your ass, but then you turn out to be the richest man in town.
Boston was the other baseball team with the attached jinx thing - the Curse of the Bambino.
And people are talking like, because the Sox broke their curse the Cubs can surely break theirs.
Well, I don't believe that at all.
The Cubs have to break not only a curse, but some kind of city-wide hypnotic spell.
The Cubs are attracted to losing not like a fly to a buglight, but more like Homer Simpson is to doughnuts.
Of course, I'm right there in line wondering if I should go chocolate or plain glazed.