The curse, Wakefield’s knuckleball, and another f’n home run.
When Wake’s knuckleball launched off of Aaron’s bat on the night of October 16, 2003, every member of Red Sox Nation was hit in the gut. The hit, so reminiscent of Bucky f’n Dent’s, hit us like Babe Ruth himself had put the lumber to the soft tissue of our midsections with his 38oz Louisville Slugger. We, the nation, Red