I guess Sunday is a laundry day.
The final weekend of the regular season, I went to a men’s church retreat at the beach. I brought three Giants shirts to wear over the weekend, expecting the Giants to clinch the NL West Division title against the Padres.
I wore an orange Giants T-shirt on Friday (cuz it was Orange Friday), but the Giants lost.
I broke out the black “Gigantes” T-shirt on Saturday, but the Giants lost.
So I went to the white Giants shirt with orange/black trim. I remember telling a fellow Giant fan that morning “This is the winning shirt.” And the Giants won.
I didn’t think much about it. Until I put that same shirt on for Game 1 of the NLCS, and the Giants won. So I began to think maybe there was something in this shirt.
I broke it out for Game 3 of the NLCS, another win.
I broke it out for Game 6 of the NLCS, another win.
So then I kept wearing it on game day. Game 1 of the World Series. Game 2 of the World Series. Win. Win.
I had it on Saturday, and I guess it ran out of luck.
Or maybe whatever I wear really doesn’t have an impact on the games. Really, when you think about it, it’s kind of silly. A grown man worrying about what shirt to wear. I think the experience has helped me gain proper perspective.
So I’ll find something else to wear Sunday for Game 4 of the World Series … as I watch the game from my lucky chair.