Well, duh, but we weren't going to take any chances.
Superstitions are funny, and sports (baseball in particular) is riddled with them:
- The curse of the Bambino
- No mentioning "it" when a pitcher is on his way to a no-hitter
- The William Penn curse
- The Sports Illustrated jinx
I have to admit, while I'm not a professional sports player (bet you didn't know that), I have my own superstitions which in the clear light day are obviously ridiculous.
My silliest superstition is about my earrings. I swear that if I wear certain earrings, I'll have a bad day. Don't! I know what you are thinking. But I have hard-core, well-researched, anecdotal evidence! It seems that every time I wear certain earrings, my day goes south. Sometimes, I'll forget what pair I've put on, my day will be rocky, I'll look in the mirror and Voila! Bad earrings! I don't know how you can argue with that.
I do have to get over it though because Brian gives me most of my earrings and I don't want to offend him by suggesting he is somehow the orchestrator of my terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days.
Now who's up for sharing their superstitions? Unless of course, I lost you at bad earrings.
Oh, and, in case you were wondering, we tried not to watch the Phillies play but ended up in a bar when the game was on. They were up by 2 runs and in the time it took us to drink a beer, the Giants pulled ahead by 2. So I guess I won't be watching baseball next summer.