It’s Not Superstition When I Do It

by Richard

I didn’t wash my socks this week. Okay, that doesn’t sound all that momentous to most people, but it’s a big deal for me because the socks I didn’t wash were my University of Florida Gator socks. They’re special socks that I only wear during Gator football games because they’re good luck.

That’s not superstition. That’s just fact.

They’re getting older and they’ve got some holes worn in the heels, but still I wear them and wash them every week. They work. No. That’s not superstition. It’s empirical evidence.

It’s like the dude who wore a pink tutu every day to work. His partner asked him why he was wearing at tutu when he’s working in Uptown Charlotte and the guy says, “This tutu is guaranteed to make sure I don’t get eaten by tigers.”

“But,” his partner says, “there are no tigers in Charlotte.”

“See,” the guy says. “It works.”

All right, I know it’s ridiculous, but still it works for me.

Right up until this week. For some reason, I didn’t put my socks in the correct laundry pile, which meant they didn’t get washed. Which meant I didn’t get to wear them for the week. (Hey, I might be a bit of a slob, but even I don’t wear dirty socks.) And, you know what? It was okay.

I feel like the Sports Grinch on Christmas morning. My maturity grew three sizes that day. Now I figure I’m about on the level of Hyper Lad. Hey, he’s very mature for an 11-year-old.

Now it’s all well and good that I took a step into the adult world this week, but don’t think I’m going to get carried away. I’ve still got my good-luck shirt, underwear and shoes. I mean, I’m not crazy.

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