Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: supersition
I used to think I was a jinx. It’s a suspicion that still pops into my head now and again. Like tonight. Tonight I did something I have never done before: left a Sharks game before the final horn. I have never walked out on a game… except once, but that was football and I hate football, it was miserable weather, the seats were horribly uncomfortable… and I hate football. But I’ve never left a hockey game before.
It wasn’t because the players were standing around looking like they were going to start fighting, which I figured would be followed by nothing but five more disappointing minutes of failure. No, I had started thinking about leaving before that, and not because they were losing 4-1 or I thought I wanted to get a jump on the traffic. A few minutes either way makes no difference to my drive, and it isn’t like me to walk out when things look dire.
I didn’t watch the game (live). I didn’t write about the Sharks on game day. I did not expect a win, I did not let myself think the thought “they are winning” during the game. I did not visualize the puck flying past the Sharks’ goalie. I reverted to all the anti-jinx rules I made for myself years ago. I forgot one: to think nice thoughts about the other team’s goalie. It’s been a while, I’m out of practice.
I was not alone in my antics. Before the game, I watched other fans hatch a plan on Twitter to try and change things up. They agreed to wear fan gear for other teams. It wasn’t random gear, it was all gear they had anyway because they liked players who were no longer on “their” team. I think the sincerity behind having the gear must be an important component. You can’t distract the fates by waving new colors in their faces. You have to really care to divert their attention away.
Someone cuts McCarthy’s face. I see red. I try to remember that line so nicely spoken by Samuel L. Jackson, something about “great vengeance and furious anger.” I am incapable of delivering that, even if I am in the mood to do so.
Before I can stuff my temper back in its box, the Lightning score, taking the lead—again. But Vlasic gets a little revenge, ties it up. Then, of all improbable things, White scores a go ahead goal.
I’m dizzy with all the ups and downs of this game.
I review my list: get points, win a lot, stay healthy, pick up a forward… two out of four is not excellent.
Not good, guys.
Before the last game I was worried about some pretty routine things that do tend to happen, just not all at once on the day I talk about them. I suppose that would be different if I were writing a group itinerary, in which case writing things down would presumably be part of why they came to pass. I guess I feel like I wrote a reverse itinerary yesterday, a great big jinx.