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December 18, 2018


Don Z. Block

The night the Dodgers scored 15 runs in the first inning against poor Herman Wehmeier and the Cincinnati Reds was the night my parents insisted I go to bed before the game started. They watched it, and you would think they would have had the decency to wake me up and have a topic for show and tell. I didn't find out about it until breakfast the next morning. Chris Van Cuyk (what an awful sounding name) would have been a 20-game winner if the Dodgers could have given him 19 runs each game.


The night the Dodgers scored fifteen in the first was the night my father told my younger brother Jon that he could watch the first inning of the game and then had to go to bed. It was hilarious when the first inning went on and on and Jon stayed up and up.

Don Z. Block

The murder of the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1957 was so painful that I still haven't gotten over it. One world championship for Brooklyn in 1955, and that was it. And then what happens? The NL LA team wins 5 championships, the last one in 1988. At that point, I woke up from my coma and realized something had to be done. By then, there were no more Brooklyn Dodger players in the LA uniform: no Duke, no Pee Wee, no Don Drysdale, no Sandy, no Carl, no Roebuck. The presence of ex-Brooklyn players on that team had confused me and prevented me from realizing my mission in life: to see to it that the NL LA team won nothing. And so I placed on this cursed team the Curse of Brooklyn, and it has prevented this team from winning it all for 31 consecutive years. It is programmed to do so until the end of the 21st century and possibly beyond. I could have gone back to 1959, but my calculations indicated that I would have been messing with the space-time continuum and possibly killed my own grandfather before I was born, thereby blipping out my own existence and changing history. And as I have indicated before, I could not root against a team that had many of the Boys of Summer playing on it.

It is also gratifying to see that no offspring of the original Brooklyn Dodgers is playing for the NL LA team: no Hodges, Campy, Jackie, Pee Wee, Billy, Georgie, Duke, Carl, Donald, Preacher, or Joe Black Jr. Does the Curse work? Ask Clay Kershaw.

Does anyone have any memories of what the classsrooms in P.S. 217 were like after the Brooklyn Dodgers won it all in 1955? Does anyone remember what happened during show-and-tell the morning after the Brooklyn Dodgers scored 15 runs in the first inning in a night game against the Cincinnati Reds?

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