Very Superstitious

To celebrate the Red Sox Ring Day/Opening Day, and also inspired by a comment on Sweetpea’s blog, I’d like bring up an interesting topic: Sports Superstitions

Here is the comment:

Go Caps! My husband has been banned from Caps games by friends of ours because they lose any game he attends. Now he’s watching (and going nuts) in our downstairs rec room.

Naturally, a rational person would say, “Oh c’mon.  Do you really think whether or not a particular person is present at a game will actually have an effect on its outcome?”

Say it with me Sports Enthusiasts!!  “HELL YES!”

Fanatic sports fans are not rational human beings.  Sorry, but that’s just the way it is.  During a Super Bowl or a World Series in particular, a stench can be percieved from the home of a die hard fan because he/she refused to change their socks or remove a certain shirt/jersey through the playoffs. To do so would alter the outcome of the championship game with horrific consequences.

Case in point….Me.  I am a Red Sox fan.  What does that tell you?

I bring you back to October 2003 when I was a Long Suffering Red Sox fan, (Sorry, I refuse to re-live 1986), Game 7 of the American League Championship Series between the Sox and the Evil Empire Yankees.

Superstition #1- I had to  wear a cotton Sox jersey that I had purchased at the Hall of Fame many moons ago.  I wore it faithfully for every post-season game that October, no washing.  That would wash out the winning momentum! 

Superstition #2- I had to be doing laundry during the games, whether it was folding, sorting, etc.  No problem in a household of 3+ people.  (That means, three of us plus two part-time stepkids, get it?) 

Superstition #3 – I couldn’t be in the room when the opposing team was at bat, though I do admit to peaking around the corner at the television now and then.

Despite my efforts, in typical dramatic fashion, the Sox lost in extra innings to the Yankees – Aaron effin Boone’s walk-off home run off of my boy, Tim Wakefield.  Heartache and anguish continued to consume Red Sox Nation as the Yankees moved onto the World Series.

The shirt was immediately removed and disposed of.  (Should have burned it)  And my only consolation was that anything that could possible go in the wash was clean, folded and put away….that and the Yankees eventually lost to the Florida Marlins.  Heh.

I still faithfully do laundry during playoff games, but I rotate Red Sox shirts, if they lose a game.  Somewhere in my head, I actually believe that this makes a difference!

So sports fans – do you have any fun rituals that perform in the hopes that it does in fact alter the universe in your team’s favor?

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8 thoughts on “Very Superstitious

  1. I think the funniest sports ritual I ever saw was on Red Sox opening day in 2004. My brother held up his not-even-three-month-old son upright in front of the television as the game began, and very solemnly intoned, “My son, you have never seen the Boston Red Sox have a losing season.” I’d be willing to bet there is a part of him that believes the 2004 World Series was won because of that.

    My brother’s other son, incidentally, was born at the tail end of the 2006 baseball season, so his first full season did,in fact, also result in a Red Sox victory.

  2. You make Wade Boggs look normal. Of course you are one of millions of nut cases (otherwise know as Saux fans) who actually believed in the curse. Were you one of the iddiots who purchased scuba gear to go look for Ruth’s piano at the bottom of some pond outside of Boston? I suppose you also agree with the Boston area school districts that require students to read books that are totally devoted to the curse…Yes, Yankee fans are to the Evil Empire as Saux fans are to the inmates in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest…NUTS! 🙂

    Of course, I still see you as a sister and trust you with my kids. So what does that make me?

  3. Hey Jackass! (Yes Aaron, I mean you) Do I come over to your blog and heckle you? Hmmmmm, maybe I should start.

    Of course I love you like a brother and I can take the lumps…but that also means that I can come over and beat the crap out of you like a sister would!!!! Just try and ask me to babysit again, mister! 😉

    And you are an insane Sox fan. Definitely more so than I am.

  4. Heckling has to be my favorite hobby. If you want to know the truth, it was Rooney who pointed me to your blog and encourged me to chime in. So make sure you thank him the next time you see him.

    PS: I put your site on my feeds…now I know when ever you make a entry. HA HA HA HA HA!!!

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