Requiem for a foul ball

A massage? A last supper? A security entourage? An execution? Only Cubs fans would go to such lengths to lift a curse.

Updated: March 5, 2004, 11:07 AM ET
By Wayne Drehs | ESPN.com

CHICAGO -- When she was given the signal late Wednesday afternoon, Cathy Lowman pulled out her massage table, lit a half dozen scented candles and began the strangest eight minutes of her life.

Without cracking a smile, the certified massage therapist wrapped her hands around the condemned, an authentic Rawlings Major League Baseball, and began to rub.

"Oh, Mr. Ball," she said, her hands crossing the seams of the famous Steve Bartman baseball that would be demolished ...

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