Superstitious

I am not a superstitious person. However, if I were to give Jeff advice, it would be to wear the same bow-tie and suspenders for tomorrow's game. Why not? It worked for Friday's game. Does that make me superstitious?

Well, I'm not. I have never been a person who doesn't wash their lucky pair of socks for an entire season. I was not the person who had to wear the same underwear every game. I didn't have a free throw routine that I lived and died by, and I didn't have to eat the same things before every game.

All I asked was that I had my favorite number, 22. Not because it was lucky, but simply because it was my favorite number. A number I borrowed from my cousin. I made sure to stretch in the same place every game, and stand in the same spot in line during plyos, next to the same person. During the National Anthem, I stood on the elbow and hummed along with the songstress who belted it out.

The night before games we always had a 10:00 curfew whether we were on the road or at home. This didn't bother me, for I always liked to do word searches on night's before games. On the actual game day, I didn't even really have a routine. I just made sure that when I woke up, I climbed out of the bed on the right side. I put my contacts in the left first and the right second, the opposite way of how I normally do it. I'd always don the colorful bracelet my little cousin made me until I got to the locker room. Then, I'd tuck it safely away in my bag to put on immediately afterwards. You see, I wore that whenever I had a test for school too!

See, I am not superstitious at all. I can't even fathom how people go a whole season without shaving or getting a haircut. It's just so silly. Anyways, Jeff, I am not condoning superstitions, but throw that bot-tie on and strap on your suspenders tomorrow. Let's see what happens!

Do you have any crazy superstitions?