Ten Things: Latest Burrow Hurt Revives Our Curse
Bad sports mojo tends to define the Republic of Cincinnati
This one’s a lot late. Sorry. I figured a few things: Most of youse went to bed immediately after the game, or sooner. The rest of youse didn’t want to re-live that disaster so quickly. But mainly, I didn’t want to start writing at midnight. As Jeff Spicoli said to Mr. Hand, “I just couldn’t make it.’’
Melfi and Tony discuss Ten Things
That said. . .
Analysis? You want some analysis? Lie down over there, full sprawl like Tony Soprano on Dr. Melfi’s couch. Take your shoes off, close your eyes and try not to think. Good?
OK.
The patient died Thursday night in a festive stadium filled with 65,000 hyperactive party goers. Time of death, approximately 9 pm EST. Cause: A sprained wrist. Services pending. The Family suggests that, in lieu of flowers, mourners bring a great quarterback…
A season that never caught a rhythm is in full-stumble now. Wholly obvious, not what you pay for, sure. But the only truth to be had from that sad evening. Except this truth:
If Burrow’s sprained wrist sidelines him for any length of time, Thursday night will enter the impressive pantheon of Cincy Sports Curse stuff. Not quite the quality of Kenyon Martin-Tim Krumrie-Kimo Von AxeMurderer-2015 wild card game-Buster Posey stuff. But just a rung below all that rivertown sports ruin.
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