I think everyone around here knows who I’m pulling for to win the Superbowl this weekend.
I wish I could beat my chest right now and go all hog-wild about my favorite team. But I can’t. Not here, not on Facebook, not on Twitter. Every time I do that, without fail, my team loses.
A couple of weeks ago, just before the last game started, I made a quick trip to the store to pick up a few things. I had on my -bleep-’s jersey and while I was picking up a pack of wood outside the store, a tall man in a Vikings jersey sneered at me as he passed. I’d been quiet all day. Didn’t ask anything about who said what about who would beat whom. Or change any words ending in “o” to “eaux.”
So when the guy sneered at me, I just looked down at the pack of wood until he passed. Had I sneered back at him, I might not have seen that lucky penny sitting on the pack of wood. Had he not been making faces at me, he might have seen the penny, picked it up, and changed the outcome of the game.
Damned right I picked up that penny and all during the game I rubbed it for luck.
Stupid thing, I know it is, but the -bleep-s did win the game.
Speaking of pinching pennies, my (cheap bastard) husband finally bought a new TV in time for the game. When I opened the door for the delivery man yesterday, this is what I saw next door:
Some kid from down the street dropped a book on the floorboard of his car while driving and leaned over to pick it up. After mowing down two brick mailboxes, he learned a car doesn’t drive itself.
Back to the lucky penny. I can’t say whether I still have it or not. Not until after the game.
