But now? Ohhh, boy.
That's right. It's time.
For Game One on Tuesday, I wore a non-descript shirt and my blue SD hat.
For Game Two on Thursday I wore a non-descript shirt and my brown Cooperstown Collection swingin' friar hat (and backwards, at that).
We lost. Again.
At this point it was one - 1! - run in 18 innings. Something had to be done. Extreme measures were to be taken.
So yesterday, for Game Three, I wore my 3/4 sleeve shirt with the Padres cursive and gold SD above it. And no hat.
Lo and behold, a former freaking Devil Ray hits a two-run triple, Hoffy gets to actually pitch in a damn game and now, where once life was gone, life was now visible. Albeit barely.
So, because A) I'm a superstitious freak, and B) I got lucky last night, I am wearing the exact same thing as yesterday. It is the only thing that will work.
(I guess now maybe I should mention that I watched Games One and Two and didn't watch a single pitch of Three, but I'm going to watch tonight. You know what? Bug off. I had to work yesterday.)
All right, so the superstitious voodoo mojo now stands at 1-all. Hence this post, and the picture above and to the right.
But know this, Cardinals fans: right now - at this very second - I am winking my right eye, waving my right hand, and clinching my left buttock.
That's right. In one hour, it is ON.