Crazy with their antics, foam fingers, and self-imposed rituals. Some of you might think the route you drive to work on game day, or the pre-match food you eat impacts the outcome of your favorite team. I say hooey to all that!
Would you like some scrambled eggs? I make them every Friday for Dane before high school
When I polled my friends and family about sports rituals they follow, I received an enormous range of practices, superstitions, and hot buttons.
Um. Please don’t sit there. That’s kinda my spot to watch Royal’s baseball. Y’know. Just cuz it’s comfy.
Also, pay no attention to the seat-back booster club chairs sitting at the 50-yard line 2.5 hours before game time.
While I’m praying to the good Lord and asking that His will be done, my husband prescribes to a different set of commandments:
- Reverse psychology: If you yell at the television and shout derogatory comments, the players will hear you and score a TD or hit a home run just to prove you’re wrong.
- On Friday night football, a wrestling meet, or a high school baseball game – he takes 29th Street East instead 37th. Because preparation matters!
- Thou shalt not DVR the game if you can’t see it real-time. We are still suffering from the DVR faux paus in the 1998 KSU Wildcats loss to Texas A&M in the Big 12 championship, and then again in the Tostitos Bowl against Ohio State.
- If your favorite team is doing well, nobody can move from their designated spot. There will be no bathroom breaks or snacking until half-time. Once the game resumes, everyone needs to return. The tactic worked when KSU defeated Oklahoma in the 2003 Big 12 Championship game. The Wildcats scored as soon as I left the basement. We shouted and screamed at each other for the remaining three quarters–on two different levels of the house.
- On that same vein, if we are watching a game where we have invited our friendly rival sports fans (i.e. Gary and Jeanette), we assign them to the “Seat of Negativity.”
- He often makes me leave my camera home during Dane’s baseball games. While a lens is good for defense, it’s bad for hitting.
I think it’s all hogwash.
Hey! You are in my seat again! Seriously, I asked you nicely the first time.
And as you know, sports fans aren’t the only superstitious folks.
- Michael Jordan inspired the “long short” look because he wore his University of North Carolina shorts underneath his Bulls uniform.
- Serena Williams ties her shoelaces in a certain way and always bounces the ball five times before her first serve and twice before her second.
- Wade Bogs ate chicken before each game and took batting practice at 5:17 with sprints to follow at 7:17
- When in a funk, Jason Giambi would slip his #240-pound frame into a golden thong (not even kidding. I looked it up).
Being a sports mom, I have dedicated athletes in my house with a few quirks as well:
- My football/wrestler/baseball player wears the same “See You Sunday” shirt before each game and has done so for four straight years. It’ll be up to his armpits by the time he graduates.
- My husband, a former IMCA modified race car driver, refused to eat chicken on race day. The two times he did, he wrecked.
- My daughter was a high school and college golfer as well as an English equestrian. Her hair had to be perfect within the designated hat of the day – be it Nike golf or a helmet. She practiced the same way before each putt, and you could set a watch by her horse show routine.
- Me? I wasn’t much of an athlete.
Oh sorry! May I reach around you? I need those socks for my long run tomorrow. Oh, and that shirt, too.
Sorry if I sound stand-offish about crazy fans and superstitious athletes. What power do lucky socks, optimal viewing angles, or pre-game poops have over an awesome defense or team chemistry? I’m a believer in hard work, dedication, and being a student of the sport. Even though we sent Mama Wendy to the bathroom while our boys batted and scored runs, I know it had nothing to do with them winning the USAA 13U Kansas State championship game.
Um. I need the score book. I’M the official scorekeeper. Cuz, well. I just am…OKAY?!
So, crazy sports fans. I’ll say a prayer for you as we head into college and NFL football and post-season MLB.
*avoids the cracks in the sidewalk
*turns off the DVR
*finds the lucky undies
I’ll be sitting like a calm yoga master in my seat waiting for Wade to throw the nasty, for Dane to make a tackle, and when Moose is up to bat.
Crazy sports fan? Who me?
Click the link. Do you recognize the crazy chick at 32 seconds and again near the end? Yeah. Me neither.
Special thanks to Nick for snagging the Mike Moustakas home run ball and for his wife (my bestie, Kelsey) for encouraging him to give it to me. Extra thanks to Kendra for getting Moose to sign it.The KC front office treats fans like royalty!
Last night, the ball set to my right while I watched Moose go O-3. Perhaps, I’ll just put that puppy back where it belongs.
Just in case.
Your turn! Are you a crazy sports fan? If so, who is your favorite team? What are your rituals or superstitions?
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