AsylumGuido

We all have our superstitions.

I have worn three strands of beads throughout the playoffs. Two of them were ornate black and gold with multiple fleur de lis that I had picked up at a Bourbon Street shop the morning of the Cardinals Divisional round game. The third was a cheap gold strand that someone threw me while my wife and I were walking to the Superdome later that day.

Just a couple of minutes prior to the player introductions last night my finger caught the strand of cheap tossed beads and it broke. I freaked out for a second. Then I quickly ran to the kitchen and found a twist tie and began trying to repair the strand. My wife was yelling at me from the other room, "Where are you? You're missing the introductions! The Saints are coming out right now!"

She didn't realize I had a higher mission to perform at the time. I fumbled a couple of times, but finally got the repair to hold. When I got back into the room and sat on my carefully positioned ottoman (my traditional viewing point), I showed my wife the mended beads and explained what happened. She asked me why I simply didn't go get another strand just like them (we have many years worth of Mardi Gras booty) and wear that instead. I thought for a second that I probably was being silly and a replacement string would surely be okay. As I got up to go find said strand my wife grabbed my arm. She had a seriously concerned look on her face and stated, "No. You better just wear those."

What could I say? I learned many, many years ago that she is always right. I agreed and resumed the position just in time to watch the coin flip.

There was no doubt the coin would end up resting on that field with the Lombardi Trophy side facing heads up.

I was wearing the special beads.