Superstition Dictates I be Airborne on Friday.

I watched about 10 minutes of the game at a Tampa airport bar last night before I heard my name called over the loudspeaker to “report to Gate 63 because the doors will be closing shortly to ensure a timely departure.” Before my mad dash to my gate, I got to see two penalties against the Pens, two Penguin tallies, and a gimme goal the hockey gods spotted the Flyers. I was cautiously optimistic, though, because things looked a little different. Hell, Evgeni Malkin had scored, so it looked a lot different! When I landed back in the ‘burgh the final score was 10-3 and all was right with the world. The only logical conclusion  that me and everyone who knew I was on a plane during the game came to was that I gotta fly somewhere on Friday. I’m currently accepting suggestions and donations.

Hockey players and fans are arguably the most superstitious in the world, so maybe it was the fact that I finally washed my jersey for the first time since our last Cup run. Or maybe it was that I was on a plane. I’m sure the team waking up from our nightmare and remembering how good they are had a little something to do with it. So fellow fanatics, what superstitious traditions finally kicked in, or what drastic measures did you take between Games 3 and 4?