It's spring, 2004, and a lunatic barges into Red Sox General Manager Theo Epstein's office claiming to have, in his possession (actually in his briefcase) the Curse of the Bambino. He has been responsible for holding the Curse (for reasons explained in the play), and, with 86 years of Red Sox frustration gnawing at him, he can't take it anymore, and wants to hand it over to Epstein who, he believes, can end the Curse by merely taking the briefcase. Now a bit dated, of course, but still funny.