Eye Curse

While it was nice to get rid of the blood curse, I am worried that I still carry a remnant of the curse. Every time I have watched a Blazers game this season (with the exception of the time Meagan and Huy and I watched them from the beery haven that is Billy Bob's Dive) they have lost. Usually they have a lead and I watch them lose it in the last five minutes. Yesterday was worse. I went to my first playoffs game (yep, $60 dollar seats and commemorative towels and $8.50 beers and a band reminiscent of Aerosmith playing outside the Rose Garden and a man maybe high on ecstasy dancing in the intermittent fountain trying to get us to do calisthenics with him) and watched them play a miserable game. Miserable. I wore my jersey. I wore a Blazers jersey in public. Heidi wore her hat and a Canadian tuxedo. Jesse and his brother wore what they always wear, probably, but they also purchased chicken strip dinners. We clapped. We yelled. We stood up. We catcalled. We would have done the wave if someone had started it. We watched the Blazers somehow, miraculously bring the game to an eleven-point difference in the fourth quarter and then just fizzle out miserably. Was it me? Is this the curse? Why can't they keep it together?