I’m well known as the type of guy who can make things happen. Don’t think I’m bragging because I’m not. The things I make happen are not usually the things I had in mind .
Like way back when I was a smoker. I’d be waiting for an overdue bus on a wintry night. Shivering, I’d light up a coffin nail to calm down and sure enough, the late bus would turn the corner and I’d have to snuff out my Camel and lose three cents. (Well, that was years ago.)
I’ll have to forget I’m a Mets baseball fan and avoid watching their games on TV. It seems every time I tune in, their fortunes become misfortunes. One night the TV sports guy on the late news mentioned the Mets were one run ahead of the Cubs in Chicago in the bottom of the ninth inning. Thinking it safe, I switched channels in time to see the Cubs shortstop break his 11-game slump by hitting a ninth inning base-clearing homer. I’m quite sure the Mets centerfielder McNeil turned and shook his fist at me as he left the field. It really hurt.
I’m thinking of betting against the New York Giants football team this year. All’s fair in love and sports betting. If I lose, my Giants will have a winning season and I’ll only lose a few bucks. Next year maybe I’ll convince them to help me bet my house against the team. Hopefully, the team will give me a small cut of their Super Bowl pot so I can get my house back.
By the way, this negative method also works for me in getting my actual favorite candidate elected. If you’re not a charter member of the Jinx Club, this would be a dangerous game to play.
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