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?