For the Love of Sox

Not sure what it is, but life is just a little bit better after a Red Sox win. That's in the regular season. Life is considerably better after a Red Sox win in the playoffs.

I was going to visit Crystal in the hospital Tuesday afternoon, to watch Game 1 of the ALDS, and she asked me to bring her Sox hat. As I was getting together some other things she needed, and some things I was bringing to work, I couldn't find the hat. It was early morning, and I was rushing to get out the door, fumbling around the closet in search of the hat. Knocked over some tools in there. Muttered a bit. Gave up. Looked again. Gave up. Looked again, decided to really give up, and then it struck me: by failing to bring the hat, I was going to alter the outcome of that afternoon's game. By failing to bring that Red Sox hat, I was likely damning the Sox to failure. But I convinced myself that superstitions are silly, swallowed hard, and left the house.

The Sox won that afternoon and the next night, and Crystal may never see that hat again.