Yes, the NL Championship Series is not over yet, but we know how this ends. Another year, another disappointment – such is the life of a Dodger fan
What is baseball without superstition? Rally caps, no-hitters that dare not speak their name until the seventh, and, of course, the dreaded postseason curse. For decades, the unholy trinity of baseball curses was the Cubs, Red Sox, and Indians. If you needed a shorthand for comic futility, you couldn’t go wrong with of those three hapless franchises. There’s a reason why Henry Rowengartner played for the Cubs after breaking his arm and magically developing an unhittable fastball in the movie Rookie of the Year; why the Cleveland Indians threatened to move to Miami in Major League. The lovable loser story is great for sportswriters and filmmakers, but terrible for fans. But the payoff is unparalleled. Just ask the 2004 Red Sox. In a couple weeks, ask the Indians or the Cubs. Just don’t ask the Dodgers.
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