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....but instead the Bears decided to beat the undefeated Packers on their home turf and restore my faith in my Monsters and myself as a worthy fan. Being an all-around Chicago fan, one can begin to doubt oneself. In case you haven't heard, the Cubs got swept in their division series against the Diamondbacks. So now this is like the 100th year they haven't made it to the World Series. I guess it's just as well because I'm convinced if they ever do actually make it that the world will end. Instantaneously. As I pondered the fate of my sports teams, I began to ask myself the question, "Is it me?!" I have a little bit of complex where luck is concerned. I actually do not believe in luck, so all of this was just pondering, mind you. But take my love life, for example... Now, before Big D, it was just a series of disasters. I could entertain you by relating all of my horror stories well into 2008. I would say one of the unluckiest and most awkward moments was when I had to return my boyfriend's class ring that he gave me to wear because I was allergic to it. I'm serious...my finger had a bright pink itchy patch where I had been wearing it. I tried it around my neck, but it also irritated the skin there. I should have just broken up with him then and there, but I went on to endure a few more months of blandness. But that couldn't have been a good sign, right? Since my marriage to Big D, I have considered myself very blessed indeed, but our historical landmarks are suffering from some major luck deficits. The ice cream parlor of our first date was bulldozed down to widen a road. The restaurant of our wedding rehearsal and many fond date memories was turned into a funeral home. The church where we met and were married recently burned down in an electrical fire. I'm just waiting to hear that our first apartment was flooded. I myself have never had a serious injury. No stitches (well....except with my c-section...but I'm talking accident related). No broken bones. Yet some of the people that I'm closest with have suffered these fates...some because of me! My childhood best friend and I were turning cartwheels once in a K-mart (my idea) and she ended up cutting her ankle nearly to the bone on one of the racks. I walked away without a scratch. The same friend and I were riding with her Dad down a very busy road once. We were crammed into the front seat of the his truck, me in the middle and my friend by the door, which was supposedly jammed shut. Well, the dad was tickling us and my friend was leaning against the stuck door, and the next thing I know my friend was gone and rolling down the busy highway! Thankfully, the only injury that was suffered was to her shiny, blue jacket, which got horrifically snagged. My mild-mannered sister broke the same arm twice. The second time I broke it for her by launching her with my feet into our neighbor's Christmas tree. The doctor at the emergency room said it was not broken, sent her home, but then we were called again on Monday to say a mistake had been made in reading the X-rays, and it was in fact broken, and she had to have it re-broken before it was set, so I guess she really broke it 3 times. And I don't know if she's ever fully forgiven me for it. Once when I was practicing for a play, a friend of mine pretended to kick at me (she was an angel, and I was a demon and we were supposed to be kind of jeering at each other), and her Adidas flip-flop flew off and hit me in my mouth and split my lip. My bottom lip swelled to twice its normal size. The most embarrassing part of this is that I was teaching at this time, so of course my students all wanted to know what happened to me. There's nothing more humbling than explaining you got hit in the face with a flying flip-flop. Then, to make matters worse, my lip got infected, and I had to go on antibiotics, and then I had an allergic reaction to the medicine. That was very unlucky. So, do you see why I have a bit of a bad luck complex? But, like I began this ridiculous entry, the Bears won, while I sat on my sofa and watched the whole thing. I was beginning to be tempted to start cheering for the Packers to try to give the Bears a fighting chance, but they pulled through with my fan-ship in tact. So it turns out that I am not the black cat of the sports world...or any world, for that matter. Like I said, I don't believe in luck. Go Bears!!! |
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