Superstitions

Superstitions are real man. Well, at least real if you believe in them. Believing that wearing a certain hat, drinking a certain beverage or watching the game alone can lead to a victory is as silly as believing in Jesus if you think about it. I'm not knocking Christianity or Jesus Christ (despite the fact that he can't hit a curveball) but to me he's the savoir of mankind and the Son of God. But to you he may be some made up magician. But if I believe in him then to me he is real. And if I believe that superstitions work then to me they are real.

Take tonight for example. The Brewers won Game 4 of the NLCS and I sat alone (well not really alone, Coach Gordon Bombay was with me) in my new "No Girls Allowed" Clubhouse in my roommate's basement and watched the game. Every game that the Brewers have won in the postseason this year I have watched alone. But wait, you say, what about the home games when you were working on the Club Level? Truth be told I was surrounded by 45,000 + of my closest friends but in essence I am alone watching the game in between serving the customers. I'm not debating pitch selection with my buddies or grabbing another beer when the Brewers take the lead. I'm trying to catch snippets of the game while making sure my customers needs are met. It's like I'm seeing the game but I'm not watching it. Make sense? I know it's weird to think that way, but it's how I feel when I'm there as an employee vs being there as a fan.

The only time that I get to sit down and enjoy the games is when they play on the road, and until tonight they had lost all the road games. Game 3 of the NLDS vs Arizona I watched at the bar Lucky's after wings. Game 4 of the NLDS I watched at BK's house. Game 3 of the NLCS vs St. Louis I watched with Fresno Chris. The one exception to this superstition is when the Brewers lost game 2 at home to the Cardinals when I was working. Of course there is an exception to everything. I cannot explain why they lost that one when I was wearing my lucky jersey, drinking my lucky beverage and watching the game alone. Some things in life you can't explain. That is where we come in.

I'm going to go ahead and keep believing in my wacky superstitions, which is why I will be watching Game 5 of the NLCS alone (well, with CGB) in my "No Girls Allowed" Clubhouse. And until it fails (or until the season ends) you can forward my mail down there. Oh, and also send a bottle of rum. It gets a little crazy down there and the rum helps to make it out of this world...

- IC3-