...and this has nothing to do with firing the coach...
When I was 8 I became very superstitious while watching Iowa basketball... as if something I did in a kitchen rural Benton county would have an effect on the game. I used every charm and incantation I could think of... if I had discovered that wearing the same underwear led to Hawkeye victories I'd have kept wearing the same pair until they were in shreds. (Perhaps wash them occasionally.)
I've let go of most of my superstitions but there's a certain major bill in congress right now that I cannot bring myself to name, let alone discuss. I wish I had a rabbit's foot to rub. Although here it might be a lucky camel toe.
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