I once told my wife “I’m not superstitious. It’s bad luck to be superstitious.”
The truth is that when it comes to certain things, I am incredibly superstitious. A couple weeks ago, I wrote about how my favorite article of clothing is an 18 year old Dan Marino jersey. It’s so important to me that I will probably pass it down to somebody in my will, but there’s no way that I would actually wear it while watching a Dolphins game. Wearing a retired player’s jersey could give the current players a complex, and I can’t risk that.
If I’m watching college basketball and the Jayhawks score 12 points in a row, there’s no way I move from where I’m sitting. It doesn’t matter how bad I have to pee or how long the commercial break is. Somehow, my perfect sofa positioning in San Diego is affecting the team’s energy in Lawrence, KS. If I were to move, I would be letting my team down. That’s just irresponsible fandom.
If watching the match from my knees in a semi-praying position while wearing a gray t-shirt with blue lettering and drinking a “Revive” Vitamin Water helped Landon Donovan net the goal that sent USA through to the knock-out round in the last World Cup…well, I don’t want to take all the credit (although a simple thank you would be nice).
Alas, the sports landscape is a little bleak right now. College basketball is over and football has yet to begin. Watching the NBA makes my eye twitch and watching baseball makes me…
Sorry about that. It appears that simply writing about baseball makes me fall asleep. The World Cup is 2 years away. The European Championship is coming up, but watching France and Italy fall over and cry every time the breeze picks up gets a little old.
Don’t worry though. I’ve found a new outlet for my superstitious ways: house buying. I’ve mentioned it a couple times in the past, but we are trying to buy our first house. We’re actually very close to closing on one. In fact, there’s a good chance that we will actually get the keys today (knock on wood) or tomorrow (fingers crossed). Its the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, and it’s everything that we want, but I refuse to acknowledge that we’re going to get it. As soon as I start thinking that it’s going to happen, something will go wrong.
This was easy when we first started. I told myself that there’s no way they’ll accept our offer. After that, I knew that the inspection would find a family of ill-tempered wolverines living in the walls (I just about wrote “our” walls…that was close). It started getting tougher though after things kept going right. The appraisal went off without a hitch. The bank actually decided to give us money. Everything has been going incredibly smoothly.
To the best of my knowledge the only thing left is to have the deed recorded. After that, the house becomes…well, I don’t want to jinx it.