The Bad Luck Continues


I’m posting this cute picture of my little pumpkin for two reasons:

1) He’s cute as hell

2) I need to remind myself that he’s adorable and I love him after last night!


As you all know, my son crippled Tom Brady last month. For his first Patriots game he wore a Brady jersey and eight minutes later Brady was out for the season with a knee injury. Well last night Game 2 of the ALCS was on and the Red Sox and Rays were tied 8-8 in the 11th inning.

The game took more than 5 hours to play and it was past 1 a.m. when I heard Will stirring in the nursery. Although I was torn between the playoffs and caring for my son, I did the right thing and went and got him. Plus, I figured we could have a late night father-son bonding experience as we watched the game.

So the two of us sat on the couch and he was very attentive. The only problem is the Red Sox walked the first two men and ended up with runners at the corners with only one out. That meant a fly ball deep enough to the outfield would be enough for the Rays to win the game. And sure enough, that’s exactly what happened when the next batter came to the plate. So I stayed up for more than 5 hours while the Red Sox battled, yet my son is awake and watching the game for 5 minutes and they lose!

His sports track record is getting ugly. I don’t know what to do because this is so important to me and I’m so superstitious. Sure I could blame it on the fact that the Sox were down to one of their last pitchers, which happened to be Mike Timlin who is approximately 67 years old, but Will is very bad luck when it comes to the Patriots and Red Sox. Seriously, I’m going to have to start locking him in his nursery or sending him away when the games are on.

You’re talking to someone who, along with my brother and father, locked his mother out of the house during the 2004 playoffs because she was bad luck. We’re also the same people who consistently rely on lucky pennies, a lucky baseball and a lucky bat during times of crisis. Hell, during Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS I watched the end of the game with no pants on, standing on MJ’s couch and holding her cat. When Pedro Martinez used to pitch against the Yankees we’d line up shoes in front of the TV for every strikeout and we’d keep a Yankees mug in the back of the toilet.

So I guess what I’m saying is I love my son, but if his luck doesn’t turn around then we’re going to have to figure out a way to deal with him. I hope it doesn’t come to that.

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12 thoughts on “The Bad Luck Continues

  1. Will has enver been alive for a second when the Red Sox were not the World Chapmions. Can you say that? I think not. You just have not yet discovered how to channel his good luck!

  2. Uh, oh. we may have a bit of a problem here. You see, Daddy Files, I am a Yankee fan. Yep. I’ve cried at many a Yankee game. This fall has been a little bit of an oddity for me. I keep marveling that there are actually things to do in the fall besides watching my highly paid team make it all the way to the world series and then crash and burn.

    Also, whenever something looks to be impossible in our lives, I always remind hubby of the time the Sox and Yankees were playing in a series and the Yanks were up 3-0. I’m sure you know the rest of the story. But, that was a painful fall match up for me.

    I hope we can still be friends through all of this. If it helps, my three year old son cheers for the Sox. Also, if the Sox make it through this series, be prepared for old Steenky Bee to send some zinger comments your way about your team. It’s all in love and a little bit of jealousy. 🙂

  3. All of us diehard fans do weird things to bring luck to our teams. Like me, I always wear the same hat each Sunday, because that alone will ensure a win.

    The week against Miami? I wore a different hat. And THEY LOST.

    It’s proven science.

  4. Oh my Steenky Bee. Oh. My.

    You’re a part of Satan’s pinstriped army huh? It’s OK, no one’s perfect. I have a friend who roots for the Bombers and I haven’t killed him yet. So that’s a step in the right direction.

    Honestly, I used to have a real anger management issue with all things Yankees. But, since 2004 and the Greatest Comeback/Choke of All Time, I’ve been oddly serene in my views toward your floundering franchise. And since Hank Steinbrenner took over, I now find myself pitying Yanks fans because the higher your payroll skyrockets, the worse the team performs. Led by that cheating, can’t hack it under pressure, philandering nancy boy A-Rod, the Yankees are destined for a decade of obscurity.

    So fear not. We can all Rodney King it and get along just fine…

    As long as you admit the Red Sox are superior in every way, shape and form and you pledge your eternal allegiance to a baseball team that doesn’t suck all the goodness and purity of America’s pasttime! 😉

  5. Can I have him for the games? Remember, I’m a NASCAR fan. My driver sucks right now and I’m hoping Will will curse the Jimmie Johnsons and Kyle Buschs! Send him my way!

  6. I’m pretty superstitious about things too…if I’m watching a game and I root for a team they usually lose. If I’m rooting for them and not watching, they usually win.

    I was watching the Rays and Soxs game and I just had that feeling that the Rays were going to lose (I was rooting for Rays, by the way) and then my daughter woke up and I had to shut the game off. I missed the end and they won! I don’t think I’ll watch the rest of the games! Oh and here’s hoping that little cutie watches more games with you!

  7. You know what needs to be done. That boy could use some churchin’ up. Take the curse right off ’em.

  8. Foolish, just plain foolish. The cosmos doesn’t give a hoot what you and your son are doing while those games are going on. More importantly, neither do any of those team members. I bet if you did a scientific study (watching every game with that adorable little boy), you’d find it all evens out, just like the number of times its heads or tails. Of course, it’s hard to really be accurate, since a true test would involve him both watching and not watching the game at the same time.

    Why you choose to blame your poor defenseless child instead of the hapless team you’re cheering for, I’ll never know!

    Tongue firmly in cheek! I’d much rather see the Phils face off against the Rays in the Series than your Sox. Of course, I may be putting my cart slightly before the horse here…

  9. I have been laughing at this post so hard I’ve cried. I’ve known men like you. Oh I sure have. I once convinced and ex that I put a hex on him after we broke up. Horrible things started happening to him days after he broke up with me. We were able to remain friends and laughed it off but I still thinks he wonders about me being a witch or something. I even told him things would change on a particular date, that the “hex” would wear off. He claims to this day that it actually happened. Dork (I wanted to say) YOU did it. You convinced yourself that it was going to be bad and stay bad until a certain date.
    In your case, you have probably considered all sorts of things to do in order to break this “spell”. I’ll try my “magic” on you. All will start going well as of this Thursday…. October 16th at 9:00 a.m. central time zone.
    There – I just solved your problem!

  10. Glamour Girl –

    Game 4 is tomorrow and we need it. You think you could move that up just a little? 🙂

  11. Did he say ‘churchin up’? LMFAO!!!!!! If I didn’t have a very fulfilling relationship, I’d be tempted to elope with Bear.

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