|Handmade Cubs rosary|
After witnessing my angst when the Cubs reached the postseason in 2015, my sister, Nancy, created for me an "Honor the Goat" kit as a Christmas present. The text of the parchment included read, in part, "Although some believe that heaping various forms of abuse on goats in general is a path to breaking the curse, this document suggests that the best way to disable the curse is to lift Murphy the Goat to the highest level of esteem." It then went on to direct me to appeal to Murphy's majesty and power and to offer him a tribute before each game by putting a coin on the shelf beneath Murphy's statue on a hand-crafted shrine. The kit also included a stuffed Curse Breaker goat and a handmade Cubs rosary.
Every single game of the season I put a coin in Murphy's shrine and said, "Oh, beloved goat, I honor you and humbly ask for a Cubs win in today's game." When I went on vacation with my sister and kids, I texted my husband each day asking if he'd "fed the goat." I continued through the National League Division Series (which we won) and the National League Championship Series (which we won). After getting our first Pennant in 71 years, I declared the curse broken, even though some thought we had to win the World Series for this to happen. In gratitude to Murphy and all goats, I made a $71 donation to the Woodstock Farm Sanctuary for the care of one of their goats.
|Sianis with Murphy the goat|
For those who haven't had the t.v. on the last few days, I will break the news that the Cubs won the World Series! It was the most agonizing October of my entire life and that last game on November 2 almost killed me. Not only did the score go back and forth, but the Indians came back to tie it in the bottom of the 8th against our ace closer. I was hysterical, on the floor, punching things, crying and wailing. Then, it started to rain. And they rolled a damn tarp out onto the field and I thought, "I'm going to have a genuine nervous breakdown right here on my family room floor. I'm seriously going to lose my mind while wearing plastic baseball earrings." The game started after 15 minutes and, miraculously, we scored two runs in the top of the 10th. Just to torture Cubs fans everywhere, the Indians got one of those runs back in the bottom of the 10th, but we held on to win our first World Series in 108 years! Then I collapsed on the floor again, hysterical and crying and wailing... Yes, after ordering five tons of World Series merchandise I made another donation to Woodstock Farm Sanctuary, this time for $108. And all the money collected from the goat shrine over the season will go to the Anthony Rizzo Family Foundation, formed by the Cubs first baseman to support kids with cancer.
So, my sister takes credit for breaking the Cubs curse. And you know what? I'll gladly give her the credit. I still don't believe in curses, but I can't argue with success. I might also mention that a strand of mala beads, like I used for the World Series, has 108 beads. A baseball has 108 stitches. And the Cubs won their first World Series in 108 years. Hmmmm...