B Mo’s Crazy Red Sox Superstitions Have Started
It ain't crazy if it works!
Let's be honest here, we all have some insane sports superstitions. If you don't, then I'd argue you're probably one of the worst fans in the history of fans.
Do we know that whatever we do while watching the game has no bearing on what happens in the game? Yes, of course we realize that. That doesn't mean we're going to stop trying. It's karma, witchcraft, energy. I don't know really, but it's something. There's something about sticking to what works that tells the universe your team should win.
Now it's different every season. There's always a moment where you notice, "Ah crap. I need to go back to that seat." Or, "OMG I sat here and they scored, I can't move now!" Something sticks, and there you have it. Welcome to the playoffs.
For me this season, it has to do with my David Ortiz jersey. I hadn't worn it since after the Sox won the World Series in 2013. I got it as part of a Halloween costume, when I was David Ortiz with the Commissioner's Trophy. I won "Fan of the Game" at the Celtics home opener because of it.
As you can see, my costume was pretty on point, but I digress (and yes that's a fully grown man with green hair).
Anyway, I wore the jersey for Game 1 of the ALDS against the Yankees. I just wanted to get in the spirit of the playoffs, so I wore it. Obviously, the Sox came out and won in Game 1 and looked good.
Then came Game 2.
Not thinking, I didn't wear the jersey. The Red Sox and David Price got smacked around a little bit and fell in Game 2. I was out in Boston and immediately thought to myself, "Oh no. This is my fault."
The jersey was back on last night for Game 3, and obviously we all saw that the Red Sox were very appreciative of me getting my act together. Brock Holt seemed especially excited, hitting for the cycle and whatnot.
So, you're welcome. The superstitions have begun. God only knows how far this will go, but I'm doing what I can, and I hope you are too.