Some things are important and some things aren’t. (It is amazing the insight this column offers
its dedicated readers.) There is
important like avoiding being run over by speeding vehicles. There is important like saving infants from
falling out of skyscrapers. There is
important like keeping Lindsay Lohan from marrying any or all family
members. There is unimportant like 99%
of what is on Twitter. There is
unimportant like when a person whose opinion you have never valued in any
instance says your tie is ugly. There is
unimportant like being made fun of by people because you choose to learn how to
juggle at the ripe old age of fifty just because you always kind of wanted to
(so there all you people who made fun of me…yes, I am a fully evolved human who
doesn’t take things personally…much…okay that might be more important than I
first thought.)
There are also things people think are terribly important
even though they know full well they aren’t.
In my life I have to say this category is mostly populated by
sports.
I am not a superstitious person in any other part of my
life. I will brazenly walk under a
ladder. If a black cat crosses my path I
do not alter my destination. If I break
a mirror I do not consider it seven years of bad luck I simply think I am now
spared of looking at just how gray my hair as gotten and I can continue to
pretend I am a strikingly handsome brown haired man. (I said I was not superstitious. I did not say I was not delusional.) When it comes to sports I am terribly superstitious. Actually, I take that back it is not
superstition if it is a scientific, data supported, fact of life.
Exhibit A - I refuse to wear anything bearing the icons of
my favorite sports teams on the days they play their games. Well, several years back I spaced off that
the Kansas Jayhawks were playing basketball that very evening as I dressed for
work. I unthinkingly put on my Jayhawk
necktie. Halfway through the day it
occurred to me what I had done but I thought I was safe because the team was
playing the Colorado Buffaloes and we hadn’t lost to them in years. That night the Jayhawks lost. It was clearly all my fault.
Exhibit B – There are times my very attention to the
sporting event can cause bad things. I
was the general manager of the Dodge City Legend basketball team in 2005. We were playing for the championship of our
league. I had taken to pacing the
hallways of the Salina Bicentennial Center while my team was on the floor. This seemed to have worked in the previous
two games in the championship tournament.
It had even gotten around to the other teams. The general manager of the Salina team, our
opponent in the big game, approached me before the game and made a joke about
having security keep me in the gym during the game. So I am pacing, listening to the crowd noise
to take my cues as to whether good things or bad things were happening. At one point I decided this was ridiculous
and I went through the tunnel into the arena.
The scoreboard showed it was a close game. Standing at the free throw line was Roy
Tarpley. Roy was a former NBA player who
had joined our team late in the year. He
had literally made every single free throw he had taken the entire time he had
played for us. I am using the word
literally in its literal sense not the figurative sense my daughter always uses
it for saying things like “I was literally freezing to death” in regards to
being caught outside without a sweater when the temperature dropped below fifty
degrees. Anyway, Roy is standing at the
line as I enter the gym and he throws up a brick large enough to bludgeon Paul
Bunyan’s blue ox into submission. I
sigh, drop my head, turn on my heels and go back out to the hallway. We won the game and I enjoyed watching the
video tape later.
I admit it is hard to believe a middle-aged man tucked
safely away in western Kansas spending the majority of his time sitting in a
twenty year old green recliner has such total power over things he actually has
no part of. But it is true. As my other daughter would say, for reals.
Christopher Pyle
offers the final proof – he was not watching the Chiefs play the Colts until
halfway through the third quarter. Chief
fans can ask for his apology via email at occasionallykeen@yahoo.com.