It’s not my shirt, it’s not my coffee mug, it’s me. Gods help me, I’m the Tigers curse.
So far this year if I watch a game, any part of the game – they lose. Usually right at the point where I join in.
Heck there was one game where I went outside to feed the ponies, and Detroit surged ahead. When I returned to my seat they fell apart again.
But if I don’t watch, don’t follow, don’t acknowledge their existence, they win.
What is the principle in Physics that you can’t know where a particle can be found because as soon as you observe it, that very action changes its location?
This is going to be the most depressing season if I have to become a Cleveland fan or some such ridiculous notion to help the boys.
“Banish me, my lord, but kill me not” – Desdemona to Othello
or how about this one…
“O My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from Me. But not as I will, but as Thou wilt.” – J.C. to The Big Guy in the sky
Too dramatic? Oh come on. Superstitions have kept humans alive for gazillions of years. Perhaps this is my ONE flaw.
The good thing about baseball is its streaky. Please, please, please powers that be, streak on by.
‘Tis kismet, not physics.
What are you to do in Seattle? Face away from the play the entire day?
Doh! I didn’t think of that.
Maybe because I’m in the States everything is backwards.