We all know that die-hard sports fans can be superstitious. From wearing a certain color jersey for home or away games, to color-coordinating your closet for game days (or non-game days), to dying your hair the team colors or even driving to the arena taking a specific route, since blogs like these are for the die-hards as well as the curious (or inexplicably bored), I'd figure I'd share mine with you and you can comment with your own if you'd like.
Section 303 that I am a fan of Greg Zanon. When I bought a blank replica jersey, I sent it out to IceJerseys to get a #5 professionally stitched on the back right away. After a few weeks, I was eager to march right back up those stairs in honor of my favorite Puck Magnet, but the evening's events took a turn for the worse, and I marched down those stairs after we were handed a loss. No matter, I'd wear it for the next game, proud as ever...only to be slightly glum afterwards due to the fact we lost again. I didn't wear it one evening...and we won. And again. And again. Perhaps the bad juju was gone? I gave it one more shot, we lost, the jersey stayed in the closet during home games. Z was sent to the Wild (sayonara #5, hello #6), so I figure maybe, just maybe, all would be well. Wore it to the pre-season games, we won. Wore it last night, another win. I think it's safe to say...I can enjoy my investment once again! Now...for one of those X-mas colored #6s!
hairy, red-headed hockey conduit. So far this season, 2-0 bracelet.
And then there is this man:
Marvin Elias Ecos.
I've had the pleasure of knowing this gentleman for at least 2 years now and have watched many an away game with him on Center Ice. In all of the games I've watched with him and of all the games he told me he was watching, never once have the Preds lost; not on his watch. You see the picture there? He's watching a game at a local chicken tender establishment. Guess what? We won that game.
There are too many times to recall when a phonecall was made, a request to "turn the TV on!" or to "get thee to a bar, now!".
So there you have it. Those are the SeePuckCity superstitions at this moment. Have I cursed them all by sharing them with the blogosphere? I don't think so. Superstitions may be mystical, but I highly doubt they're internet savvy.
'Til next time.
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