Baseball Superstition
The logical part of me knows it has no effect on the game.
Last night around 5:15, I couldn't take watching the game on MLB's gamecast any longer and headed next door to the Sail Loft to watch the end of the game. I made it with one out left in the seventh. Around the middle of the eighth, a guy walks in and sits next to me.
"How's he doin'?"
"He looks good."
That's about all we said about Schilling's no-hitter bid. I wrestled with calling my brother and my buddy in D.C., but I did not want to do anything to jinx it. Only a few weeks earlier, Dice K had looked sharp through the fifth, and a buddy called me and asked if I felt like "something special" could happen. The next pitch was whacked for a decisive base hit.
Anyway, I tensely watched the game, and the bar put the volume on for the ninth. One out... two outs.... and then a voice from down the bar.
"Schilling has a no-hitter going!
I exchanged an incredulous look with the guy next to me. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, "He did not just say that."
We watched in horror as Stewart lined a 95 mile an hour fastball into right field on the very next pitch.
The logical part of me knows it has no effect on the game -- but I for a brief, irrational moment, I really, really wanted to kick the guy down the bar's ass for mentioning the no-no.
Last night around 5:15, I couldn't take watching the game on MLB's gamecast any longer and headed next door to the Sail Loft to watch the end of the game. I made it with one out left in the seventh. Around the middle of the eighth, a guy walks in and sits next to me.
"How's he doin'?"
"He looks good."
That's about all we said about Schilling's no-hitter bid. I wrestled with calling my brother and my buddy in D.C., but I did not want to do anything to jinx it. Only a few weeks earlier, Dice K had looked sharp through the fifth, and a buddy called me and asked if I felt like "something special" could happen. The next pitch was whacked for a decisive base hit.
Anyway, I tensely watched the game, and the bar put the volume on for the ninth. One out... two outs.... and then a voice from down the bar.
"Schilling has a no-hitter going!
I exchanged an incredulous look with the guy next to me. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, "He did not just say that."
We watched in horror as Stewart lined a 95 mile an hour fastball into right field on the very next pitch.
The logical part of me knows it has no effect on the game -- but I for a brief, irrational moment, I really, really wanted to kick the guy down the bar's ass for mentioning the no-no.