If any team would be cursed
you might think
this would be the group.
That the unforgivable sin
would mark them still.
Not trading a star player,
or denying entry to a goat:
those whimsies were
post facto ghost stories
told to frighten the kids
in the old style.
This was business unusual.
K become kayfabe.
Old Roman in Greek tragedy,
tightfisted enough to squeeze
the joy from a game
and shameless enough
to say it wasn't so.
Is there room in the Hall of Fame
for Shoeless Joe?
I say perhaps, in his turn.
After all the greats have been enshrined
and the near-greats.
After all the men who could never play
because of the color of their skin.
After all the women who could never play
because they never were given a chance.
After all the honest folk in this country
and in every country
who ever picked up a bat and ball
or watched someone pick up a bat and ball
are honored for their love for the game
there might be room for him left
in the corner of a basement of an annex.
If ever a team was cursed
you'd think it would be them.
But the trophy has returned to the South Side.
they are still worried about the goat.
6 years ago