viagracat
07-25-2002, 06:49 PM
(From Chicagosports.com)
By Jason Rohde
View from a Fan
July 25, 2002, 5:22 PM CDT
Many reasons have been thrown around this summer about the disappointing performance of the Sox, but one that has been overlooked is the black-and-white cat incident from May 14.
I was present on the warm half-price Monday versus the Rangers. The game was close until the Sox had a 10-run outburst in their last three innings at the plate. However, during the outburst, a cat ran onto the field in the eighth inning.
It came out of the stands near the left field line, ran past the Sox dugout then behind home, then made a sharp turn and headed to center field.
Kenny Lofton 'fielded' the tired cat in his mitt before security could remove the delinquent feline.
Since that fateful night, Lofton, who was hitting .304 at the time, has been in a horrible offensive funk and the Sox have been well below .500.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
I believe someone from Minneapolis performed a little black magic on the Sox that night, helping them race out to a huge lead in the Central.
The only remedy is to hold an exorcism at Comiskey and trade Todd Ritchie. He started the next game after the cat and lost, and Ritchie has gone 2-11 since the doomed night after the curse of the cat.
By Jason Rohde
View from a Fan
July 25, 2002, 5:22 PM CDT
Many reasons have been thrown around this summer about the disappointing performance of the Sox, but one that has been overlooked is the black-and-white cat incident from May 14.
I was present on the warm half-price Monday versus the Rangers. The game was close until the Sox had a 10-run outburst in their last three innings at the plate. However, during the outburst, a cat ran onto the field in the eighth inning.
It came out of the stands near the left field line, ran past the Sox dugout then behind home, then made a sharp turn and headed to center field.
Kenny Lofton 'fielded' the tired cat in his mitt before security could remove the delinquent feline.
Since that fateful night, Lofton, who was hitting .304 at the time, has been in a horrible offensive funk and the Sox have been well below .500.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
I believe someone from Minneapolis performed a little black magic on the Sox that night, helping them race out to a huge lead in the Central.
The only remedy is to hold an exorcism at Comiskey and trade Todd Ritchie. He started the next game after the cat and lost, and Ritchie has gone 2-11 since the doomed night after the curse of the cat.