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.
Your grandfather would smile if he read this. He would be so pleased that you love this game.
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