ellipsis…

the oilers will win the cup. i believe. i’m a believer. they just need a better forecheck. watching the playoffs is likely taking a few years off my lifespan from the stress. a few days prior to the playoffs starting, while shopping at Michael’s for wedding stuff with hailey, i happened to buy some ‘silly puddy’. i figured with the amount i fidget [i'm a severe fidgetter], the silly puddy will be handy (literally) in my life. little did i realize it would become my playoff puddy buddy. every game i pull out the puddy, and for all 3+ periods i rip, tear, pound, push, pull, and squeeze the life out of that puddy. i even took it to Rexall for game 4 against Anaheim. which leads me to the reason for this post.

i’m afraid i’ll make the oilers loose.

i have this fear that if i don’t have the silly puddy in my hands, i’ll jinx the team and they’ll loose. i know this is silly – (not the puddy; clearly it’s silly) – but the idea if i don’t hold the puddy in my hands, it will directly effect the play of my oilers. for months now, as the oilers have continued to drive deep into the playoffs, i find i’m fighting superstition every game day. and i keep reasoning with myself that all my worries are silly, and won’t effect the oilers game. but every day it comes back.

if i buy an oilers car flag they will loose. i haven’t had one all playoffs. to start now = certain doom.

i cannot remove the small foam oilers puck from my car antenna – its been there since game one in detroit, and if it comes off, clearly, the oilers will stink.

i must buy a large Tim Horton’s double double on game day. it worked against detroit in game 5, so obviously it will continue to bring us wins.

i should always wear a pair of either blue, or orange boxers on game day. it effects they way they play.

should i shave on game day or not? from the beginnning of my mornings i’m agonizing at my unfortunate influence on the oilers. my whiskers could bring us the cup….or not.

i’ve been telling myself that my worry is not necessary. it doesn’t really matter what my car looks like, what beverage i choose to drink, or if i shave or not. what i do, or do not do, won’t change a thing. i can wear whatever underwear i like. its just a game, right? my routine won’t effect the oilers winning the stanley cup, or falling short.

or does it…?

better safe than sorry. saturday i’m wearing my orange boxer shorts, drinking at least two double doubles, making sure my foam antenna puck is strait and secure, and likely shaving for good measure. i’m not going to take my chances.and my puddy buddy will be right where he belongs…squeezed tight between my index finger and thumb, being worked into tiny puddy circles, pushing the oil on to a game 3 win…the first win of 4.

so silly, this superstition.

- originally posted by DT