So there’s this other blogger out there1 and I’m pretty sure we are twins who were separated at birth. She’s a scientist and an uber-Canucks fan and blogs about dirty hockey terms2, and is, as it turns out, superstitious. Specifically, superstitious about the Canucks. Like me. Anyway, I made a comment on her blog about my Canucks superstitiousness… specifically, about the case of the cursed chocolate bar. And my comment was so full of awesome, I even made it into her “Bragging Rights Central” – the place of honour where the most awesome of awesome comments on her blog go every week:
Which brings me to my new superstition. As anyone who is anyone knows, the Canucks are currently playing the LA Kings in the first round of the playoffs. Well, it just so happened that when I went out grocery shopping on the day of game 1, these were on sale:
And who am I to resist an ice cream sale, right? During the game, I enjoyed one of said delicious sale-priced ice cream cones. And the Canucks won game 1. But then for game 2, I wasn’t at home and I didn’t have an ice cream cone and guess what happened? That’s right, a Canuck loss. I think you can see where this is going, right? Game 3 – again not at home, again no ice cream cone and again a Canuck loss. At that point I realized – much like the cursed chocolate bar, it was the eating of the ice cream cones that were required to ensure Canuck wins. And when I thought about it, it was so obvious. There are four cones in the box and you need to win four games to take the series. How could I not have seen it before? So game 4 I watched at home and ate an ice cream cone in the third period – and we got a Canucks win! For game 5, I knew I’d be at Tod’s, so I brought the remaining ice cream cones there and ate one at the start of the game and we all know what happened – a 7-2 blowout for the boys in blue! I think this is pretty compelling evidence that my gastronomic selections are directly responsible for the on-ice performance of the Vancouver Canucks. It’s a good thing I’m doing a fair bit of running though – with 13 more wins to go, I don’t know if my waistline can handle that many ice cream cones!