Do not be noticed

I don’t have particularly good luck, but then I don’t have particularly bad luck either; the die rolls whichever way it rolls, and that’s that. Not everyone lands this close to the middle of the road:

Let’s say I’m as lucky as a fat duck in a French bistro. Nope, too obscure. I’m not lucky. Let’s just go flat and factual on it.

But I’ve learned from it. I can’t conquer my natural superstition. I believe in not putting hats on the bed, and throwing salt over the left shoulder, and umbrellas remaining closed inside the house. I believe in touching wood, saying “jinx,” and touching a dwarf for luck. I believe in the superiority of odd numbers, certain colors, and wearing a particular pair of socks on game day.

My biggest one, though, is not mentioning it when something good happens.

I was listening to a baseball game when I hit that link, and baseball is utterly riven with superstition. The only one I’ve ever honored myself, though, is the one that says you don’t mention the no-hitter until the twenty-seventh out. The truly expert play-by-play guys know how to convey the situation without actually saying those dreadful words. For example:

Tampa Bay Rays broadcaster Dewayne Staats refrained from using the phrase during the entirety of Matt Garza’s no-no on July 26 [2010].

“I framed it in every way possible without actually saying it,” he told the St. Petersburg Times. “Fans start to catch on that something is happening. At one point, I said, ‘Garza has faced the minimum and has allowed only one baserunner and that came on a walk.’ So I’m essentially saying it without saying it.”

A guy who can do that deserves dinner at a French bistro.





6 comments

  1. McG »

    3 May 2017 · 8:09 pm

    It’s odd because I firmly believe that luck, left to its own devices — neither pushed nor depended on — will always even out. I wonder if people who believe themselves unlucky on balance are simply giving credit for good thongs to something other than luck.

    Hard to imagine, since if you believe in the damn thing at all y’orta believe in it both ways.

    But nobody said luck evens out for each of us. It’s not a bookkeeper.

  2. Jean »

    3 May 2017 · 11:41 pm

    “giving credit for good thongs” …snort. :=) .

  3. Holly H »

    4 May 2017 · 9:02 am

    haha, yeah that would be in the purview of the guy who dates size 2’s and size 6’s.

  4. McG »

    4 May 2017 · 10:03 am

    All good thongs come to those who weight.

  5. Holly H »

    4 May 2017 · 2:59 pm

    Groan. :)

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