For me, sports, especially in the playoffs, are all about patterns and superstitions. I make note of stupid things like what I'm wearing, what I'm doing, and even where I am at the time of wins and losses. I wore the same shirt, without washing it, for five games, and we won the first four until a loss in Game 4 of the NLCS forced me to switch it out. My current shirt, the Matt Holliday number 15 shirt I got on clearance, (because who cares about the number on the back when it's five dollars) is currently on a two-game winning streak and will be on my back tomorrow when I head downtown for Game 1 of the World Series. I'll also be wearing hat number 2, my me shoes (Christmas gift from Natalie pictured here), and my gray shorts. I'm well aware that tomorrow's low is 41 degrees and that rain is also in the forecast. I don't care. Sacrifices must be made.My liver perhaps understands that best of all. When I drink this postseason, the Cardinals are 7-1. When I don't, they're 0-3. It doesn't take a statistics professor to tell you that there is a significant difference between those percentages (.875>.000). And it only takes a slightly eccentric baseball fan to tell you that you should ignore sample size and logic. After all, the Cardinals being in the playoffs, overcoming an 8.5 game deficit, the largest in National League history, defied logic too. I'll be playing the odds tomorrow at Paddy O's, because well, the Cards are 2-0 when I have a drink there this postseason. Also, I promise I'm not an alcoholic. I'm drinking a cherry coke right now and haven't had a sip of alcohol since Game 6 ended. I'm simply a baseball fanatic who will do just about anything to see his team win the World Series. Even if it seems stupid to you.
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