Today, we’re diving deep into a central Ohio legend that’s been told and retold every Spring. In an attempt to explain away something as regular as rainy days in May, we’ve touted a trite story about an unsettled Native American spirit, exacting justice from beyond the veil. It’s a trope repeated in American folklore across the country for centuries. Countless tales of disasters of all sorts, from earthquakes, to droughts, floods and famines, we search for explanations for the mayhem. Our misfortune couldn’t just be the result of weather patterns, climate changes or other such forces beyond our control, right? In the cosmic universe of rights and wrongs, such misfortune must serve as some kind of punishment. A deeper look at our history must reveal our transgression, confirming our notion that the world is just, that we are truly in control of things, and that bad things happen because of the bad things people do.
It’s a very American way of understanding hard times, the view that if we’re just smart enough, had we made the right decision, all could have been averted. Our need to make sense of things is an ache that’s been passed down through the generations. And when it comes to life and death situations, it’s not hard to understand why we grasp for some kind of rationale. Only, what we’re talking about today bears no dire outcomes. No one dies. In fact, no one really suffers much more than a pair of muddy cleats, or at worst, a lost chance to win Ohio’s crowing memorial golf tournament.
I’m talking about the “cursed” Memorial Tournament at Dublin’s Muirfield Village Golf Club.
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Chief Leatherlips Monument in Dublin's Scioto Park