All right, so my just-for-fun sports superstition has been well documented over these past two months. However, one has to wonder whether I deem certain garments, objects, or foodstuffs "magic" by choice or whether I'm predisposed to doing so by some genetic trait that I have passed down to my son.
Game four of the Stanley Cup Final. Red Wings lead Penguins, 2 games to 1, and game five is Saturday night in Motown. This one is huge. If the Pens lose, they go down 3 games to 1 and any Pittsburgh victories from that point on are basically delaying the inevitable. Last year, going into game four in the Steel City, the series was 2-1 Detroit, the Red Wings won game four and went on to capture the Cup in six. Sid's boys can't afford to lose this one.
Robbie, sensing the urgency of the situation, goes over to the green chair by the television about half an hour before the game. Tuesday, he received a Sidney Crosby Penguins T-shirt in the mail from his great grandfather in California. It's still a little too big, so we hadn't put it on him yet. Last night, however, Robbie points to the shirt on the chair, turns to Kim, and asks "Wear go Penguins? Wear go Penguins?"
Magic shirt, baby-style.
I'll post a pic of BabyPensWizard when we get one. It was pretty cute.
Pens win, series tied at 2, and miles to go before I sleep.