Tonight the Cleveland Indians start a huge four-game series against the Detroit Tigers. It comes at a crucial point in the season, with the Tribe three games behind the Tigers and both teams playing well. Detroit has won 12 of its last 13, and the Indians have won 10 of their last 11 games.
Unfortunately, this year the Tigers have beaten the snot out of the Tribe. They’ve won 9 of 12, and in many of those games the outcome wasn’t close.
As a Cleveland fan, I’ve given careful thought to how I personally, through my own actions, can cause ripples in the karma and help the Tribe win. Like every true fan, I know that jinxes, and reverse jinxes, and lucky shirts, and rally caps really do make a difference. The fickle sports gods sense these kinds of things and adjust results accordingly. A routine grounder to short might hit a pebble and ricochet past the fielder to bring home a key run. A fine bunt might take an abrupt left turn and go foul. A sudden gust of wind might keep a game-winning homer in the ballpark. In such ways do the gods dictate the outcome, after carefully studying every lucky charm, evil spell, confident prediction, and other instance of fan behavior and adjusting the cosmic scales accordingly.
I’ve refrained from writing about the Tigers and the Tribe because I didn’t want to jinx the Cleveland nine. Obviously, that didn’t work. So I’m going with the George Costanza opposite approach. I’m writing this post about this crucial series to try to change the fates, and tonight I’ll watch the game even though that usually means bad luck will befall the Indians. What kind of fan would I be if I didn’t try something to help bring home a victory?
ETA: My carefully laid plans obviously failed to account for the Curse of Chris Perez. After the Tribe took a 2-0 lead into the top of the ninth, their unpredictable closer got bombed for four runs and the Indians lost, 4-2. The gods are unkind, indeed.