Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Curse of the Goat -- A Personal Challenge


 
The Curse of the Goat
 
The Chicago Cubs stink, they have since 1945. 
Every one knows. 
It all began with Bill "Billy Goat" Sianis,
famous pet the owner of Billy Goat Tavern,
 
and his goat, Murphy.

That fateful day in '45 Murphy came
to the ball game with his man, a big Cub fan was he.
But they were met at the gate, there at Wriggly Field,
by the Cub Usher Cops Corp in full.

You can't come in with that goat,
now or ever was their edict. 

So Old Man Sianis called on his friend,
Cub's owner, Mr. Wriggly.  Now Mr. Wriggly knew
from where his fortune was coming.
What fan in his right mind wants to sit beside a goat. 
He cringed, friend or no, he knew what to do. 

"There's no way in Hell your goat can come,"
Mr. Wriggly hollered, "BESIDES HE STINKS." 
Honked off, Sianis and his goat left.
But on the way out he retorted, "you'll not win
this game or another series ever." 
Murphy added his feeling, Maa, Maa. 

Since that day the curse was on.
Not only do the Cubs not win series,
THEY ARE THE WORST BASEBALL TEAM EVER.
To this day has been this way,
go check the stats in your paper.
 
It's the Curse of the Goat, may it continue on.**


 

Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 
To authenticate this curse for yourself, please check here.
 
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Today I'm linked with the Izzy at the Real Toads, Poem is a Curse
 
**Notes:  (1) Izzy challenged us to write a curse poem.  I think she may have wanted us to initiate the curse but I really didn't do that.  I just tell the story here, mostly true, and declare that Murphy's curse continue.  Curses do stop you know.
.............. (2) The animal pictures (at the top are two goats, the bottom guys peeking over their barn door are sheep) were taken during our recent visit to the Vauxhall City Farm located in the Vauxhall area of Lambeth, England, a borough of London, U.K.  Admission was free as are most of the city museums, gardens, and the like.

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10 Comments:

At Wednesday, May 28, 2014 6:49:00 PM, Blogger Kay L. Davies said...

Aha, Jim, I wondered if anyone would go with a baseball curse. Well done.
Although I've always had a soft spot for the Cubbies. Women feel empathy for losers.
K

 
At Wednesday, May 28, 2014 8:45:00 PM, Blogger Isadora Gruye said...

Jim...I love that your poem encapsulates the Cubs cursed. While doing some research ahead of the prompt, I can across this one and was intrigued. I must say, you tell the tale so vividly here! Thanks for participating in the out of standard!

 
At Thursday, May 29, 2014 7:18:00 AM, OpenID georgeplaceblog said...

I'm not a baseball fan though if I were it would probably be the Reds... however I do love this poem : )

 
At Thursday, May 29, 2014 8:25:00 AM, OpenID razzamadazzle said...

The goats at the top look like Toggenburg crosses. The ones at the bottom are sheep. ;-) Anyone who doesn't allow a goat to join them should be cursed (so maas Millie the goat).

 
At Thursday, May 29, 2014 9:40:00 AM, Blogger Helen said...

Ah ... the Cubbies! Growing up in Illinois across the Mississippi from St. Louis, I was a Cardinals fan and before that a Browns fan! NOW, you realize I am ancient!
Take heart, Chicago has the Bears, Blackhawks, Bulls and White Sox.)

 
At Thursday, May 29, 2014 10:09:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm sorry that I am not familiar with the context but the passion is palpable.

 
At Thursday, May 29, 2014 11:17:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

The Cubs stinketh....love this!!

 
At Friday, May 30, 2014 9:56:00 AM, Blogger audrey` said...

The goats are so clean in the top photo, Dr Jim :)

 
At Saturday, May 31, 2014 12:30:00 PM, Blogger Heaven said...

This was a fun response Jim ~ I am not familiar with baseball teams but your post made me smile, ha ~

Grace

 
At Saturday, May 31, 2014 3:02:00 PM, OpenID grapeling said...

cool, Jim :) ~

 

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