Idiots Write About Sports

“What are you chewing over?”

“A dream I had once. I was walking in the woods, I don’t know why. Wind came along, and blew me hat off.”

“And you chased it, right? You ran and ran and finally you caught up to it. You picked it up. But it wasn’t a hat anymore. It had changed into something else — something wonderful.”

“No. It stayed a hat. And no. I didn’t chase it. Nothing more foolish than a man chasing his hat.”—Miller’s Crossing

I noticed a strange occurrence during yesterday’s A’s game — even more strange than the Radio Silence phenomenon experienced earlier on the road trip. When I wasn’t wearing my A’s cap yesterday, Oakland would submit meekly to the Tigers’ pitching. However, when I put my cap on, the A’s would rally, scoring runs with apparent ease. Conversely, I noticed that if I left my hat on when the Tigers came to bat, they would start threatening the A’s lead; remove the cap, and Oakland would wriggle its way out of the inning.

I’m a big believer in the scientific method, of backing up fantastical claims with scads of peer-reviewed research. I do not truck with urban legends, old wives’ tales, and other nonsense based on fancy not fact. I don’t believe in spooks. And I don’t have much use for people who do.

And yet, I spent Saturday morning into afternoon, putting on and removing my hat at appropriate intervals, lest my failure to do so have some unwanted impact on events taking place some 2,400 miles away.

This is not the sign of a well mind.

So long as you use this power for good (i.e. beating the Tigers), I've got no problem with it. None whatsoever.

And no, I don't relate to this entry at all. Not in the slightest . . .

Posted by Laurel Krahn at July 23, 2006 02:54 PM

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