There I sat, watching my lovable losers push through the post season when I had chance to hold a peice of history. It was a cold night but my ears were kept warm by the radio broadcast of the game we were winning. The foul ball was lifted my way. Several of us went for it including Moises Alou. Of course if he catches it my team is 4 outs from the World Series. If I catch it, everyone watching thinks Im cool. The problem was neither of us did and this is what happened next. youtu.be/Jw3ccParGxM Its been ten years today. The ball has been steemed into pasta and destroyed but the curse of the goat remains.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 02:41:23 +0000
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