I have to believe that I did not give the Astros bad luck yesterday and jinx them. They fought hard and stole one game from the Braves at their own home field, but I did feel a little guilty for my post yesterday. I think they are still playing pretty well and I have not lost my faith in the team. I wish them the best of luck the next couple of days.
On a related note, I am not a superstitious person normally except for sporting events. I know some people that freak out when you spill salt on the table or do not walk under ladders. Oh, and don't get me started on breaking mirrors or black cats walking in front of them. I have always tempted fate regarding those things and believe that if something bad is going to happen to me than what the hell. I probably couldn't stop it anyway. After all, who knows, maybe that was supposed to be my destiny anyway. Maybe by being superstitious I am altering the course of my fate. Then I am living a life I was not supposed to be living. Scary thought isn't it?
I have always been an "Even Steven" type of guy. I have never really had a long string of bad luck nor good luck. I have won my fair share of small lotto tickets and won small amounts of money at casinos. Usually, I make back the amount of money that the people I am with lose on that trip. And I have had my fair share of bad luck, but it is not nearly as bad as it seems at first. I guess that is a good thing in my life and that's why I'm such a big believer in karma. Because I practice the principle of giving to others what I would expect in return. It almost always works out for the best everytime. I know, I know, I'm starting to sound like some kind of Disney movie.
"Hakuna Matata"
Can't you just imagine me running around in the jungle eating grub worms and singing joyous songs outloud. I'm one step away from being a missionary (and I'm more of a woman on top type of guy). Did I just say that out loud? Oh my gosh, and I can't even blame it on any alcohol. What would the neighbors think?
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