My Biggest Complaint About My Husband’s Sports Superstitions

Yes, this is a picture of a busted coffee cup. A busted coffee cup from the Virginia Tech 1999 Undefeated Football Season that I accidentally dropped in the driveway 3 years ago on the first day of football season. A busted coffee cup that my husband picked up piece by piece and of which the busted up remains are now stored in our cabinet like some sort of shrine. I am not allowed to throw the cup away, and obviously, nobody can drink out of it. It’s busted.

This is but one small example of my husband’s sports superstitions. In his little mind of minds, he honestly believes that things he does or doesn’t do influence athletic events held elsewhere in the world.

If a team is winning, he will not change his seat. Nobody watching the game for that matter is allowed to change their seat once a team starts to win. Some way, some how, the potential energy of our family in our living room watching a game can influence the kinetic energy of highly paid athletes who are completely unaware of even our existence. At least in the mind of my husband.