Yankees must be facing their own curse
October 20, 2004: A day that will live in infamy. And all the more so as barely a weekend earlier my father and I had cackled over the Boston Globe's delightful description of Yankee-struck baseballs flying "hither and yon," of the "brontosaurus egg" that was the 0-3 deficit, and yes, of the "C-word." No doubt about it: The Curse was alive and well.Such it was that four days before the end of the American League Championship Series, I was at the height of my glory, reveling in the mystical Yankee-centric vision of the sports cosmos that had first drawn me into baseball fanaticism.For the uninitiated, Yankee theology explains why, despite their occasional slides into utter incompetence, the Yankees are the cicadas of the playoffs.




