Black cats, spilled salt and a rabbit foot.

Superstitions are silly, right? I mean you can’t seriously believe that talking to your goal posts is going to prevent the puck from entering as often as if you had not had a heart to heart.

I may be a little superstitious. When I watch a Saskatchewan Roughriders game I sit down with me #33 authentic jersey on. I can not listen to the national anthem; I change the channel until I am sure the sound waves have receded. Once I am watching the game I sit in suspense as I await what should be my team’s sure win, given that I ignored the anthem, unfortunately at times that's not enough. Can you believe that sometimes Saskatchewan falls behind anyway? If at the half we are down by 10 points or more, the jersey comes off and occupies the seat next to me until our inevitable triumph.

That is some weird stuff I guess, I actually told my little brother to stop watching the games because last season they went on a losing skid and it just so happened that he was watching every one. As soon as he stopped tuning in, poof! We went on a winning streak.

Superstitious or way out of line?

Last night I was watching the Edmonton Oilers beat the Anaheim Mighty Ducks. It was 4 – 0 in the third period which is normally a lock. I was speaking to my girlfriend on the phone and she just happened to tune in. Then things went bad for the Oilers… 4-1, wow, what bad luck, oh well, they’ll be fine…4-2, eesh still a lot of the game to play what might have changed to make the Oilers luck turn bad?… 4-3 Sue, sweetie, can you change the channel? After convincing her that I was serious she stopped laughing at me and clicked away.

I kid you not, 2 minutes after the channel was changed Oilers score… 5-3. I was a little shocked.

In the dying minutes of the game, Anaheim mustered another goal to come within one. I’m convinced that she must have been channel surfing or something and come across the game momentarily. In the last minute of play the Ducks pulled the goalie and there was an onslaught but Rolie the Goalie prevailed and Edmonton took a 3-0 series lead; one win away from the Stanley Cup Final.

If you think that’s weird, you should see my ritual before a hockey game that I play in…I’ve tried everything and I still suck, wonder if maybe I should change the sacrificed chicken for some KFC or something…

So now I'd like to ask the Oiler faithful (if there are any who read my blog) to drop a note of thanks to the one person who carried the team and ensured the "W" for the good guys. Thanks for taking one for the team, they couldn't have done it with you. I suddenly feel and piercing pain in my posterior...but I don't believe in Voodoo.