Yeah, I've thought that before. I've also thought that, if I don't watch a game things go bad. It's an interesting paradox. It's a shame to have the entire responsibility of the team's success on my shoulders 

Wow, I sort of thought the superstition thing was only a New England deal. Glad I'm not the only one.
Funny thing is, in "real life" -- that is, outside of rooting for my sports teams -- I'm not really superstitious at all. But, there's just something about sports, especially the Red Sox.
During the 2004 MLB playoffs it was the worst. There was a group of us regulars who hung out at this particular restaurant/bar to watch games frequently. Well, we all decided to meet there for the first ALDS game. I won't bore you with all the details, but it got so bad that the bartender would save our seats for a group of 5 of us who would go every night; we all had to wear the exact same clothes (washing each day because we smelled like fajitas after 4 hours in the place); eat the exact same things; order "rally nachos" in the 7th inning of each game .... We even got random strangers off the street into it. There was this guy who was new to Boston who just happened to stop in one night on his way home from work. We won that night and decided he was good luck. We, of course, told him that he had to come back the next night to join us. He didn't show up. After a few innings when we were behind ... I called him and harrassed him until he came and joined us.
And we all know how that season turned out for our Sox so, of course, that only served to reinforce our obsessive behavior.
I think I need therapy ....![]()
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Yes. During the top of the 8th in Game 6 of the NLCS the Cubs were cruising along winning 3-0. My wife entered the room, and said, "Why are you watching so intently? The game's over!".
(2 seconds later, enter Bartman)
Yeah, I suppose I am superstitious. Look how I reacted to that thing with the Ortiz jersey buried at new Yankee Stadium. I was glad when they fished it out.
That being said, I admit I thought of taking my Yankee cap and burying it near Fenway when I go out there in June.(It doesn't fit my head anyway.)
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