Superstitions (3D)

    There is something special going on out in the Bay Area. The "925" for those of you who comprehend zip codes (my readers from Compton and Detroit(!)) Oakland and San Fran...what is happening? Did you forget that you're the place good sports teams go to die? Where bad teams is as much a familiarity as seeing turkey legs at the Dickens festival (that was for you Victorian home owners...REPRESENT!). The few, but the proud. Where the word "rebuilding" is thrown around more than Kim Kardashian in an NFL locker room (woah, woah! now that was just wrong). Sorry, guys. Another analogy? Fine. Thrown around more than Skip Bayless and the words "Tebow" and "best QB" in the same sentence. Comprende? Okay, let's move on.
    I contemplated even mentioning this, but does anyone else believe in superstitions? Example: Jose "the clown" Valverde's entrance into a baseball game (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rquCFUtyWgM). Players like Papa Grande, the whole 2010 SF Giants team and now, yours truly are believers in this so called 'myth' that is superstitions. My embarrassing confession of the week (let's make it month...I will never live this one down) comes in the form of a superstition I have acquired over the past month. (Deep sigh) Well, here it goes... Whenever the Oakland A's have a game I blast (bump) the songs "Call Me Maybe" and "The Bernie Lean" over and over again. The replay button becomes so useful on game days. The volume is maxed out, my vocal chords are warmed and later strained by the time I have lived out my routine that I call my own 'game day superstition'. I began this routine on Friday, the 7th of September, 2 days after getting blown out by the Angels. Since that time, the A's are 19-10. Your welcome. Am I solely responsible for the A's late season "miraculous" "moneyball" "win for Mac32" run? Probably not. No matter what the reason for their sudden relevance, I haven't been able to stop playing these two songs. If I do, we will lose don't ya' know? I took the leap of faith, possible humiliation, overcame the nervous shaking of my apprehensive hands, blushed face and now I invite you (comment below) to tell the world of sports about your 'sports superstition'. I want to hear them, really. I just added another dimension to the reading and interpreting...commenting (3D)! This isn't an invitation for you, Skip Bayless to vent about your love for Timothy Tebow. NO ONE cares! Unless we got Stephen "quite frankly you know what I think" Smith to combat every argument made. I'm not ready to be a mediator so, as always readers...keep it PG-13!