This is how sports fans think. (By the way, neither Jesus nor Buddha approved this message.)
Since Clemson plays Alabama tonight for the National Championship, I am in Big Game mode. Though I am not a superstitious person, I have certain clothes I have worn on each Game Day this season and we have a 14-0 record. Why take a chance? The socks are covered in tiger paws and the underwear is orange. The clothes, unlike those of seriously superstitious folks, are clean.
I traveled to Framingham, Massachusetts, to watch the game with my daughter Julie and my son-in-law Tom. This event is not to be watched alone in New Hampshire.
This morning, as always, I took a walk. As usual, I found money. Since I haven’t walked on these roads and in these parking lots in a while, the pickings were plentiful. Pennies here and there. A nickel. A couple of dimes.
28 cents, then,
33 cents, then, I began thinking like a sports fan. What if Clemson scored a point for every cent I found?
33 points? Not sure that was enough, I kept walking. 34, 35, 36 cents. 37, 38.
Ordinarily I love finding quarters and five-dollar bills. But I thought such gaudy numbers might invalidate my thesis.
Then I saw a dime. Perfect. 48 cents, 48 points. Sounds like enough to beat even Alabama.
That, for you sad souls who don’t follow sports, is how sports fans think!