“My stars shine darkly over me. The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone.” — Twelfth Night
The evils were on full display, if you were so inclined to see it that way. A dark and malignant cloud hung over not just the visiting dugout in Atlanta Wednesday, but everywhere. You know it as the Curse of Cincinnati Sports.
Wallow in it if you must. Lament the woeful Cincinnati Bengals even as their fate is solely the result of bad ownership in a league that hands out parity like penny candy.