Being from Cleveland, I find the concept of the Cleveland Curse hilarious.
Even though I've always been a pretty athletic guy, I find most sports to be pretty silly in general and quite honestly I don't follow any of them. Even as much as I'm into Brazilian Jiu Jitsu I don't watch the UFC or anything. If I'm interested in a sport I go out and do it, not sit around and watch other grown men do it. Being a sports fan has always seemed bizarre to me.
With that being said, I look at superstitions in sports the same way I look at superstitions among gamblers. It's something that allows people who are completely NOT superstitious to hold on to to allow them to think they can get some sort of upper hand on the opponent. Whether their opponent is the Chicago Cubs or the casino Downtown. It's all silly.
With that being said I don't mean to offend anyone by saying sports are silly... but think about it...
You spend your afternoons sitting on your couch watching other grown men in tights run with inflated balls over imaginary lines. Just saying.
Even though I've always been a pretty athletic guy, I find most sports to be pretty silly in general and quite honestly I don't follow any of them. Even as much as I'm into Brazilian Jiu Jitsu I don't watch the UFC or anything. If I'm interested in a sport I go out and do it, not sit around and watch other grown men do it. Being a sports fan has always seemed bizarre to me.
With that being said, I look at superstitions in sports the same way I look at superstitions among gamblers. It's something that allows people who are completely NOT superstitious to hold on to to allow them to think they can get some sort of upper hand on the opponent. Whether their opponent is the Chicago Cubs or the casino Downtown. It's all silly.
With that being said I don't mean to offend anyone by saying sports are silly... but think about it...
You spend your afternoons sitting on your couch watching other grown men in tights run with inflated balls over imaginary lines. Just saying.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
