Each game, I seek out my favourite scorecard vendor. I must confess I am rather sweet on him because he has a look in his eye that reminds me of my grandfather. Tonight I told him, "the Tigers only win when I buy my scorecards from you." He seemed touched. At the seventh inning stretch, it was 6-1 for Cleveland and I was starting to worry that I'd jinxed my system by voicing it aloud. But then, amazingly, the Tigers scored 7 runs and won 8-6. It was one of those nights that embodied all that is lovely, beautiful and magical about this game.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Very superstitious, writings on the wall...
Each game, I seek out my favourite scorecard vendor. I must confess I am rather sweet on him because he has a look in his eye that reminds me of my grandfather. Tonight I told him, "the Tigers only win when I buy my scorecards from you." He seemed touched. At the seventh inning stretch, it was 6-1 for Cleveland and I was starting to worry that I'd jinxed my system by voicing it aloud. But then, amazingly, the Tigers scored 7 runs and won 8-6. It was one of those nights that embodied all that is lovely, beautiful and magical about this game.
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Your grandfather would smile if he read this. He would be so pleased that you love this game.
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