Reverse The Curse

Try a little N.O. magic

This is something that I've already done, but none the less I'll tell you. So I went on vacation to New Orleans, and what's a visit to New Orleans without going into a black magic shop? So I walk in a start fooling around with something and then I get an idea, why not try to reverse the curse on the Red Sox, and not only that curse the Yankees in the process, so I ask the shop keep what I need to do this and she says some crazy weird stuff, and then tell me what I asked for is now complete. So I go back to my hotel that night and I turn on ESPN. I look at the scores Boston won, and New York had lost 22-0!!!!!! The Curse seems to have been reversed, since then I think the sox have lost 1 or 2 games so maybe, just maybe the curse is gone! - Submitted by Alex72887

Blow 'em Away with a Hurricane

A Babe Ruth Yankee shirt with 1918 drawn on it, needs to be dropped inside the eye of a Hurricane. As a Hurricane Hunter, I could make this happen!!! (with pictures). - Submitted by flats

Just Believe

KEEPING THE FAITH... WHEN TIMES ARE DONE JUST BELIEVE
GO SOX 2004 Submitted by dreami614

Eat One Babe Ruth Bar

Everyone must eat one Babe Ruth bar, when it seems the curse is gaining momentum. Lets stick it to the curse by devouring it! -Submitted by ipatten

All Hail!

Here's hoping the Evil Empire has picked up a curse in A-Rod. Look at Texas this year sans A-Rod (2 games back in the AL West) and Texas last year with A-Rod (last place). As a long time Red Sox & Mariners (my wife's fault) fan I saw A-Rod help them to the playoffs right before he left, but not help get anything done. I call it the curse of the Greedy Bastard. Oh, and it would help to become a disciple of the man, Johnny Damon. All hailt the Red Sox Nation!!!
Submitted by Holly W"

Keep The Faith!

Simple as that. Submitted by Gabby C.

Rock On "Tessie"

Listen to the song tessy by the dropkick murphy's before every game. Submitted by Joeshurhan

Curt Schilling

Two words: Curt Schilling. He has conquered the Yankee beast before. He will lead us. Submitted by csf

Play the Standells

What we need to do is play The Standells after every win... Just Win Baby! Submitted by alastori

Integrate

Go with the lineup that features a mix of players with different racial
backgrounds. That should make up for the decades you went with inferior all-white teams. Submitted by jz1360

Strange Ritual

I went to the wax museum in New York and took a picture of every Old Time Yankee with my Red Sox hat on him. I even put my hat on Stienbrenner. Yankees SUCK. Submitted by kelegendre

Recipe for Success

A Lock of J. D's Hair
A Tsp. of Trot
A Pinch of Big Papi
An Ounce of O. C.
A Side of Schilling
A Toss of Pedro
And a blend of Manny, Miller, and Millar! Go Bosox!!!!
Submitted by McZman

Give A Little For ALS Research

If you're like me you will do anything and everything it takes to help the Sox beat the Yankees and go on to bring home a long over due world championship pennant this year!

This is the year! We, the members of Red Sox Nation and loyal fans through all these years are not going to let anything stand in our way.

As I'm sure you know Curt Schilling is a huge supporter of the fight against ALS and so is Mike Timlin, who lost his mother to ALS a couple years ago.
This is another "yankee curse" and is known as Lou Gehrig disease. There is a site online where you can help the sox reverse the curse and fight Lou Gehrig�s disease http://www.reversethecurse.org at the same time hopefully bring an end to both these horrible curses.

It is the belief that good Karma is the way to end these curses, and I agree!

So send the Sox good Karma, give a buck or two and send the Sox to the series!

OFFENSE!

The cure is simple, OFFENSE! Come on Red Sox, the pitcher can't do all the work. The first six innings of games 1 and 2 remained scoreless for us, we have to step it up at the plate; Damon, hit like you used to! Ortiz, crank that baby over the Green Monster; Nixon, send em' home! LET'S GO REVERSE THE CURSE Submitted by pascoaggigolo

We did it! We cured the curse, West Coast-style!

Day of Game 1 ALCS: I see a Time-Life magazine about the 1920s & 1930s, published in 1988, with Babe Ruth on the cover. The clerk wants $4.95 and won't budge so of course I pay it. I take it home and discover a bonus inside--an identical picture to the one on the cover, which means one picture for my wife Carole and me, the other for my daughter, Linda, to stab, mutilate, draw/write on as necessary, which we did throughout the playoffs, but during games 1 and 2 of the ACLS, with no success.

A parting of ways. Carole and I had planned a long weekend away without any consideration as to how it might screw us all up, as we could no longer watch the games together like we'd done till then. Game 3 is an absolute nightmare. Somewhere around the seventh inning of this debacle, I stand on our motel room bed and try to light Babe Ruth's picture on fire; however, it won't burn well and the fire keeps going out. Regardless, the smoke alarm apparently was in good working order, as it soon emitted an eardrum-piercing wail that would not cease. We lamely called the front desk, feigning ignorance ("Hello? The smoke alarm just went off for no reason....") and after about 15 seconds the alarm stopped, having somehow been internally disengaged.

By now, the Sox were getting decimated but somehow, out of God knows where, the strangely (dumb) comforting thought occurred to me, "Sure, we're down 3-0, but damnit, we just gotta play 'em a game at a time!" But as comforted as we were at that point, we ripped our picture of the Bambino into about 30 pieces, then carried it with us in that condition (albeit, in a paper cup) to our next destination the next day.

The next night we scattered the pieces on the floor in front of the tv and won in extra innings. The night after we did the same and again won in extra innings. During these two games, Linda had her Babe Ruth picture in her dish strainer, as she'd periodically set it on fire (unbeknownst to my wife and me at the time) too during the horror of game 3, then watered it in the sink to make sure all flames were extinguished. Her Babe remained in her dish strainer until the Sox had won the World Series (until this morning, actually).

We get home and watched games 6 and 7 together, the three of us, with the pieces of Babe Ruth's picture scattered before the tv. By then, the pieces resided in a teacup when not in use but the ritual remained the same through game 4 of the World Series.

Apparently, buying the magazine (although a risky endeavor at the time) was the right thing to do, but we'd just not known what to do with it until game 4 of the ALCS and on.

But maybe it wasn't just the magazine and its two abuse-friendly pictures. Maybe it was getting DirecTV and watching about 140 games this year, not losing faith even when we had a 41-41 record. Maybe it was the shirts we bought in July, Carole's #38 with "Wicked Hahd" on the back and my old-school throwback shirt on which I had printed "David and Manny--Wicked Homahs." Maybe it was the t-shirt I got customized for Linda just before the ALCS with "Wicked-18-Idiot" on the back.

Maybe it was the Pete's Wicked Ale we'd suck on whenever Curt pitched (and when he didn't) and/or the Sam Adams we'd drink during games. We were so dedicated that we drank two of my regular liquor stores OUT of Sammy during the World Series; but I would like to think that, even in Southern California, there were some other fans out there doing the same thing.

Maybe it was that Linda bought us all (including my son, who could care less but wore them religiously during games) red socks before game 3. The rule was, we win, they go unwashed. Just imagine the rankness of socks after what, 30 hours of wear?!

Maybe it was the Boston Cream Pie Linda bought before game 7 of the ALCS.

Maybe it was the Sports Illustrated with Curt Schilling on the cover ("Hot Sox--Do You Believe?") that we displayed every night in the same spot on the coffee table.

Maybe it was realizing that the Damon shirt was meant to be on the coffee table near the above-referenced magazine and not on Linda's person.

Maybe it was putting the rally monkey Linda owned (yeah, she likes the Angels too, though not as much, of course) in her trunk so it would suffocate during the Angels series.

Maybe it was putting our Yankee candle outside. And lighting other, non-Yankee-related candles, including special red-colored ones we bought.

Maybe it was putting the printed-out lyrics to the old Andrews Sisters song "Oh Johnny" atop the tv.

Maybe it was as simple as finally realizing the Red Sox hat had to be on top of the tv and nowhere else.

Maybe, just maybe, none of this mattered and the team we grew to love more and more over the years and this season in particular just did it by themselves. Sure, baseball is a game of ritual and superstition, but let's face it: If those guys hadn't been fearless when they could have folded, I wouldn't be writing this today.

I'm saving my pieces of Babe Ruth just in case we need them again!

Submitted by Gerry Abbott & Carole (nee Butt) Abbott