Seattle Seahawks beat the Saints last Saturday and clinched their place in next
weekend’s NFC championship game, I can assure you that it had absolutely nothing
to do with Marshawn Lynch’s 140 yards…
Hauschka’s field goals…
Baldwin’s great catch…
dare I say it…
that win was created by one man, and one man alone…
Baughn, a guy in my neighborhood.
his friends probably helped as well.
over the last three years, this group of Hawks fans has developed a few “traditions.”
you can call these practices weird.
only weird if they don’t work.
look at the Seahawks record will tell you they do.
a rundown of their super superstitions featured in our local paper:
stand with one foot on the tile in front of his fireplace for the entire game.
Nikki must stand the entire time as well, but apparently her foot placement is
Travis must wear his Seahawks slippers and team socks, which have not been
washed since the first game of the season.
must wear his ratty and ripped up cargo pants, but laundering is not a factor.
a football helmet-wearing piggy bank must face the TV from the back of the
Santa decked out in Hawks gear must face the fans at all times. Last Saturday, Santa
got bumped and things were looking bleak. However, the moment Nikki took notice
and turned him in the right direction…
first down. Woot!
don’t know about you, but I don’t give a hoot how the Hawks manage this week’s
game prep —
rooting for Matt and the gang.
PROMPT: It’s all about sport superstitions
today. Perhaps your character is like Michael Jordan who always wore his blue
North Carolina shorts under his Bulls uniform for luck, or Wade Boggs who had
to eat chicken before every game, or maybe he or she is just super-serious
about fandom like Matt and his gang. Whichever the case, that ritual just got ‘em
in a whole heap of trouble…
However, I want to make one, and only one, exception.
I’m talking about that whiskered sandbar obstructing your ship of progress…
Otherwise known as Goalis Thwarterus.
Face it, cats would rather see you working the business end of a
can opener than taking care of business… any business.
Obviously, this includes your novel.
You see, cats have never really gotten over the fact that we've moved on from those ancient Egyptian days of feline idolatry. They figure that
every moment you spend working on something of YOURS means one less moment
And they’re not taking it lying down.
Um… actually they are —
this is a familiar scene in your work area, I hate to break it to you…
here’s what your office space will look like 5 years from now —
you can bet your novel will still be unfinished.
Clearly, cats have hearts of stone when it comes to your evolution
above and beyond can opener level.
So, in honor of Clean Off
Your Desk Day —
Ditch the desk cat.
Or, if you happen to lack feline ruthlessness…
Two words —
that, whiskered sandbar!
sure to be smooth sailing today.
PROMPT: I’m thinking about a romance made in purgatory… Mr. Clean meets Crazy Cat Lady. Now let the fur fly!