It’s way too late to be awake and blogging, but I wanted to clear the air from that sad, sad post from last night. The truth is, I don’t really believe in curses, so I’m not too concerned about the long term ramifications of my bad-luck-iness. I AM superstitious, but I’m that kind of fanciful superstitious that is just as likely to believe in nonsensical good luck as I am to believe in nonsensical bad luck. My theory is that my current bad luck is part of some larger scheme of good luck. Sure, the Sabres lost yesterday, but maybe that loss set in motion a series of events that will lead to the Sabres winning the Cup next year. If watching “Lost” has taught me anything, it’s taught me that we can’t possibly understand the many ways in which we are effecting the future. So, when the Sabres win the Cup next year, and Nolan Pratt accepts his Conn Smythe award, and in his speech he says, “You know, everything changed after that loss to the Capitals last year in March,” I’m going to need all of you to come back here and thank me for all of the wonderful wonderful luck I’ve brought to the franchise.
The bottom line is that I’m not going to quit going to Sabres games, so there’s no point in dwelling on my bad-luck-itude. What I need to do is counteract my bad-luck-itude with some good-luck-itude. I think the area where I have the most potential to increase my luck in the shortest amount of time is in the “fashion” department. I’ve been going to games in street clothes, people. It’s redonk. I hereby promise that the next time I attend a Sabres game I will be wearing AT LEAST a Sabres t-shirt, if not a jersey.
In other news……
Look! Pommerdoodle is all grown up! He’s Captain March! Hoooray!