You've likely seen the recent Bud Light ad campaign of fans creating superstitions out of what would appear to be mere coincidences. At first I thought, "Ok, fans really aren't THAT ridiculous." Then, a couple of days ago, I realized that my friends and I did something several years ago worthy of a Bud Light commercial.
Our superstition formed during the two to three seasons following the NBA Finals appearances. My friends and I were in the 8th to 10th grade range and were already diehard Jazz fans. We would normally make it to five or six Jazz games a season. If you recall, this was still a time when the Jazz rarely lost at home. When planning on going to a game we would let our group of friends know and invite whoever wanted to come along who could buy a ticket. The normal routine would include a Trax ride to the Delta Center, finding our seats in the nosebleed section (sometimes sneaking down to a better seat if we thought we could get away with it), a Jazz win, and the free burger at Carl's Jr that you could get if the Jazz won. Occasionally, the routine would get interrupted with a Jazz loss, which also meant no Carl's Jr after the game.
One year we noticed a trend that shaped our circle of friends. It started out with one game and one loss. It was the first time one of our friends, James, was able to attend a game with us. We jokingly blamed the loss on him but didn't think much of it. James wasn't able to come with us the next couple of times (Jazz W's as usual) but he then managed to come with us a second time. Another Jazz loss. This time, it took us a while to realize that the two losses had something in common: James' presence at the game. It turned into the theme of the rest of the night and the next day at school.
A couple of more games and a couple more wins pass and, against our better judgement, we let James come to another game with us. You guessed it: the third Jazz loss in a row with James. This time, no jokes. The somber feeling that normally accompanied a Jazz loss carried with it something deeper. All of us realized that James would not attend another Jazz game with us. Even James acknowledged and accepted this fate. It was for the good of the team. Throughout the years, the friendship of our core group of friends that would go to these Jazz games remains intact. Except for James. After that third loss, he just kind of faded away into another group of friends and out of ours. Our group of friends continued to attend and enjoy Jazz victories after that.
So what is your superstition story?
Don't worry, this is a judgement-free zone because remember, it's only weird if it doesn't work.