They too, think I'm pathetic. They can't make the "R" sound though, so I still win.
You may think I'm pathetic for letting my superstitions run my life. You may be right about that. The way I see it, I either cling to these rituals to keep me sane or I double my booze intake to numb my anxiety. As much as I love the sauce, I don't think I'd be conscious for either of tomorrow's games if I started drinking now. And I'd probably get fired as well. All in all, it seems like simply not posting in this space is the better option for my overall welfare. So sorry about getting your hopes up and failing to deliver on the promised entry. Oh hell, who am I kidding? Nobody's even gonna read past the first paragraph of this damn post anyway.