So, I'm not a baseball fan at all (I went to a Red Sox game once, but only to try Fenway Park's Hot Dogs), but living in Boston, I can't help but be somewhat interested in the Red Sox's fate. Yesterday, I found myself watching the last inning of the game in Lindy's kitchen with Vikki, Sarah, Brett, and Jacque, and a pint of ice cream. I'm interested in whether the Red Sox will win and prove to everyone that curses are never valid. Even ones (or especially ones) made by a famous angry Yankee 70 years ago.