I’m in the midst of watching the Penguin game. No, actually, I’m not because it’s bad luck when I watch. Seriously, the end of the game is laid out in blood once I tune into the game. I’ve tried every time segment imaginable and no matter what, the proof shows, I’m horrible luck for the sweet old Penguins.
So, how do I explain to my kids that I can’t watch a game on television because somehow my very being affects the results of a game being played by a horde of men in another state. Yeah, that makes a ton of sense. But, still. I’m bad luck and I will not be party to another loss!!!