Superstitions
Now that the Yankees lost in the playoffs, I have no real rooting interests in sports, Dolphins suck, I can't get into hockey anymore, Knicks are an utter mess and I don't follow college football. I went to NYU where we had no Division 1 sports other than fencing (insert joke here). So I will follow my European Soccer and anyone who is on my fantasy football team.
As I was watching the Yankee victory on Sunday night alone, cause we all got together as a group to watch the first 2 games and the Yanks lost. I was eating dinner (chicken Parmesan with spaghetti that I had made just in case any of my sexy readers were wondering) Yes it was really good. Yes, yes I made enough for two in case you were wondering even more. But since I was watching the game alone, I wasn't sharing.
Where was I? Oh yeah the reason why I was watching the game alone was because I was superstitious, I thought that by watching the game alone without anyone else would somehow have an effect on the big picture and somehow the Yanks would figure this out and win because I was watching the game in my apartment on the couch, eating dinner.
To take it a step further, I was in the middle of dinner when the Yanks were rallying and for those of you who have had the privilege of breaking bread with me know, I eat kinda fast. I mean I eat like my head is on fire and the only way it stops is if I finish the entire plate. So getting back, I was eating dinner when the Yankees were taking the lead and I was finishing when the Yanks were still batting, so I started to think of things to do to prolong dinner; i.e. lick the plate. So picture this, Johnny Damon is at the plate, me licking my plate clean, Damon hits a homer, Yanks win the game! If anyone can't see how I effected the outcome of that game, they got to be crazy.
