Last week, flush with success and heedless of the risk, I wrote an insufficiently veiled post about a certain team’s success and my fear of jinxes.
The Fates don’t appreciate such temerity. They become infuriated when puny mortals rise up and stick a thumb in their eye. They know when the time has come for a beat down and aren’t shy about relentlessly punishing those who don’t quite know their place. The only surprise is that, having been a sports fan for many decades now, I would need to relearn that lesson, painfully, yet again.
Since I’ve written my little piece, the team in question has lost five out of six, been pulverized by divisional foes, and fallen out of first place.
Don’t believe in jinxes? I’m just askin’.