In a little museum at my father’s law firm’s home office in Cleveland, there is a collection of knickknacks and mementos of the firm’s history. Whenever I visit, I have to drop by to marvel at a baseball hat that I assume nobody has ever worn, out of fear of perpetuating the curse that’s led to Cleveland’s historic championship drought.
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