I have been sentenced to Jazz fan for life. Friday was a good time. I and my lovely wife wore every piece of good luck clothing we had. I had my lucky Jazz hat, Union Jack thong, and rabbit’s foot (actually was a live rabbit I hung off my belt by its foot–it just wouldn’t die!). My lovely wife wore about everything she could find that would be lucky. In the end it worked and I didn’t even need to spill my chos’ –a good thing because I only like to use that in emergencies.

Now I am doomed to follow a team that will almost always be so close…but will never get over the hump. In a way it’s worse than being a fan of a bad team. At least with a bad team you know what to expect and when they are good it is a pleasant surprise. But hey I guess it’s the prize you pay for being a fan, meanwhile I will now die at 60 instead of 70 because I get so worked up watching the games. Do you think I could sue?