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.