I'd suggest not telling people you think your team is cursed. I always find it funny how its OK to believe that a baseball team is cursed, but not that a fat bearded man in a red suit brings gifts to children or a giant rabbit gives them chocalate eggs. This is so strange. You're right, those are totally the same thing. Also, it's not ok to believe that a baseball team is cursed. Who told you that? Eh, it's as factual of an opinion as a lot of the other things silly people believe literally in. But no, you're right, believing that a hundred year drought equals a curse of some sort ISN'T the same thing as parents needlessly lying to their kids. EDIT: Anyway, the only reason some of us let our poor brains take comfort in a curse is because the reality is too depressing. That we're rooting for a team that has lost over one hundred years in a row and aren't strong enough to break our addiction to said team. But that's just being human, seeing patterns where there really is only random human history.