First, a little Musical Palate Cleanser:
Jeff Beck. I can’t tell you how much I love this song, and when it’s played in Goodfellas Casino towards hour sixteen of the movie, man, it just hits right.
Anyway, here’s the gist of today’s Roundtable. Allow me to use a visual as a means of starting it off:
Now correct me if I’m wrong, but my understanding is that it’s tradition that only Alumni can walk under the arch…and if you’re not, you need to walk around. What I don’t know…is there a curse or something if you do? Are you guaranteed not to go to UGA as a result…my youngest, the daring that she is, just blatantly walked under it with a laugh, but she’s 8, and she also thinks her name could quite possibly be “Dammit”. That’s her, and that’s why she’s named Georgia. She thinks she owns the place.
Anyway, if it’s a tradition, I took it as more of a superstition. Some other superstitions I adhere to:
- Playing the same songs in rotation before a Georgia game.
- Can’t go to the bathroom while a series is being played, have to wait until a period change or change in possession before going.
- Don’t watch Georgia basketball. Ever.
- Don’t watch Georgia baseball. Okay, to be honest, I broke from this one this year and it’s worked out okay…so far.
- I only load three rounds in my Remington when I’m hunting, and only carry 7 total rounds on me when I’m out in the field. Truth be known, past the age of maybe 13, I’ve never needed more than two.
- When the woods suddenly go silent, run like hell. And load a few more in the Remington for safe measure.
- I sit on defensive possessions and stand on offensive possessions.
- I keep a 1974 quarter on me to this day. I can’t tell you why I started doing that, but I damn sure won’t stop.
- I will never go higher than 9 miles over the speed limit on a highway, I don’t care how fast everyone around me is going. Cruise control is my friend. I stick to the limit on regular roads.
- I learned the Backwards Alphabet song by Soupy Sales in case I’m asked to do it in a field sobriety test. I have no reason to believe this is even a component of one, and I don’t drive after even one beer, so I’ve yet to understand why I committed that one to memory. But I still rehearse it daily. I actually think this is a good exercise for anxiety, or maybe I’m OCD.
Anyway, what’s your superstition in life? Where did you adopt it and why do you stick to it?
Let’s hear it in the comments.
