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This Is Stupid, But...

Barry, who runs our studio cameras at ABC-7, called me aside and handed me a paper bag this morning.

In it was a Beanie Baby -- a goat.

I'm taking it into the ballpark and putting it on the bench. See, what all these attempts to remove the goat curse have failed to do is actually getting the goat into the stands to watch the game, which is what Sam Sianis was prevented from doing in 1945, even though he had a ticket. Parading a goat around the field or worse, just around the ballpark, isn't enough.

Barry also gave me a large Cubs cookie, which we'll all eat. Yes, I'll eat this sugared-up thing tonight. Anything for the team.

And suddenly around noon today, this old song from the 60's started flying through my head:

And I think it's gonna be all right
Yeah, the worst is over now
The mornin' sun is shinin' like a red rubber ball


(recorded by The Cyrkle, originally written by Paul Simon)