Are we cursed? Seriously. Cursed. Like as unto voodoo or witchcraft or the object of some paranormal malediction called down upon us by some evil, bastard djinn with bad breath and a stupid hat.
I mean, think about it. This franchise has suffered through disaster after devastation. There was Fred Arbanas, Mack Lee Hill, Joe Delaney, and DT. Dumbasses like Wiggin, Mackovic, Levy and his Wing-T, Gansz, Marty, that kicker guy, Carl, and now Herm and Curl. Crucial injuries to Montana, Trent, Priest, EK, and LJ just to name a few. Our drafts have been generally horrible for 30 years and we are in the running for the longest playoff win drought in NFL history, not to mention a Super Bowl appearance. There has to be some explanation. Even when we do well for a while, we wind up sucking and then sucking more later.
There is the Curse of the Bambino, the Curse of the Billy Goat, the Madden Curse, the SI Cover Curse, the Hope Diamond Curse, the Kennedy Curse, and the Curse of the Mummy. Do we have our own? Should we make a sacrifice? An atonement? Drive a stake through Carl's heart?
My great-grandmother used to say that if you take a frog, dip it in wax or something, and tie it upside down in a tree, that would lift a curse sometimes. I'm no fan of frogs and my great-grandmother was nuts, but I'm ready to try it.
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