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 I’m a bit neurotic. Gasp! Shocking, I know, but it’s true. I like to think it’s one of my most endearing qualities. I’m sure other’s would disagree. With this “endearing” neurosis comes a lot of strange activities. Some may call it OCD…  I call it quirks.

Mainly, let’s talk about sports. I have this irrational belief that I can change or control the outcome of a sporting event by following a few steps. During OSU football season I wake every Saturday morning and head straight to Facebook. I post the same comment. Every. Single. Saturday. It works. The only time I did not do this was when we played West Virginia, and we all remember how lovely that turned out. I can hear you now, “But we lost two other games after that.” You are right, there is more to the equation than the Facebook post. Next is the clothes. I wear the same OSU shirt. I can mix up the pants, but the shirt has to be Pistol Pete. The same goes for my family. They have their game day attire as well. It is imperative that they wear it.  Still not convinced? My husband had to change his clothes during the OU game to go to a funeral, and I wore a new coat to the Cotton Bowl. Case closed. I’ve been known to “watch” a game from the kitchen because our luck changed when I left the room. I am certain I am not the only one who behaves this way. As the Bud Light commercial goes, “It’s only weird if it doesn’t work.” It works. Every time.

Here is the problem I am having now. I have not figured out my mojo for basketball season. I hadn’t been posting my Facebook status, because one, we were winning without it, and two, there are a lot of basketball games, and I was certain I would be defriended if this continued. I also cannot wear the same shirt that many times a week. I don’t like to do laundry that much. So there is my issue. I tried to remedy it and completed all of my steps for Saturday’s game, and we lost, at home. Not cool. We are losing games and it is all my fault! This is so much pressure! I also cannot figure out how to sit during the games. I used the phrase, “I don’t know what to do with my hands” about five times against Baylor the other day. This is bleeding into other teams as well. I mean, I was cheering for the Broncos yesterday, and look what happened. I am killing people’s dreams over here, all because I cannot figure out how to sit. It’s a rough problem.

So, we will see tonight. I have posted my game day post on Facebook. We are not wearing our game day attire, but mainly because it’s laundry day. If someone could tell me what to do with my hands I would appreciate it. I mean, it’s Big Monday again. I just hope I’ve done my part. Go Pokes, beat Iowa State.