What's Luck Got To Do With It??

I've been reading these superstitions posts all morning and I finally decided to get off my bum and write my own. Unfortunately, it's going to be rather boring because I, unlike all you crazy women with your ladders and mirrors and black cats, am not superstitious at all.

I certainly did not spend an entire winning streak last season clinging to a bracelet because 'lyke omg, it's totally lucky!' I also don't have a string of Coyote beads hanging from my rear view mirror that I talk to (sometimes lovingly, sometimes cursing) on my drive to games. I would never even think of wearing the same jersey/tshirt combo to every game because it was worn the night my 2 favorite players each scored.

I mean, seriously, these crackpots who think that somehow their own personal luck is tied into how well their teams do kill me. It's not like the team would suddenly go into utter despair if I took my bobble heads off my TV. I doubt that we would lose consistently if I moved the Shane Doan poster from behind my door.

It's just pure crazy talk.

But just in case, I'm going to re-hang my poster and glue down my bobble heads when I get home. :/

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Luck, Shmuck

It’s difficult to write about superstitions when you don’t really have them. And luck is coincidence, so I tell myself. Although the better hockey team tends to get the lucky bounce off the boards, right? Maybe there is more to luck than I want to admit.

I’ll tell you about unlucky, though. I haven’t seen the Blueshirts win at the Garden since before the lockout. I’ve seen it in the Meadowlands and Nassau, but never in New York. It’s a shame; their victory song as a nice ring to it, plus some ironic lyrics. (" Just keep your stick on that puck
And don't lay down on your luck, that's the Rangers victory song...")

The most unlucky I’ve ever been? I went to Madison Square Garden to see the Rangers play a few years back. I was really hoping my favorite player would get the start. Ritcher was getting older and full of knee injuries, and took some nights off more than usual that season. Of course we were almost late to the game because the Long Island Rail Road was jammed up. Of course there was a huge flood in Penn Station, causing huge amounts of traffic while we ran up the stairs (now late) to get to MSG. I bought a Mike Ritcher bobble head doll on the way in, with two seconds to spare. Of course Ritcher’s own head got bobbled by a puck two minutes into the game. Of course the Rangers lost. Of course it was a skull fracture. Of course his career was over.

Hey. I’m a New York Ranger fan. Doesn’t that say enough about my luck?

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