I am so sad that the Braves are finished, that Bobby is done, and that my evenings and Sunday afternoons all of a sudden seem a lot less interesting without the tomahawk chant as background music. Sigh.
But my lament goes beyond no more Jason Heyward or Brian McCann for a while. It's more personal. I have to start ironing again.
I don't remember when it started. I think it was when the Braves found themselves in the running again. It was a Sunday afternoon, and my better half had set the board up in the den in front of the television, gathered up his wrinkled clothes and a handful of hangers, and settled in for some baseball and good, old fashioned ironing. I was, quite honestly, impressed.
The Braves won.
The next Sunday, it happened again. He ironed. They won. He was beginning to think it had something to do with his pressing prowess. Who was I to argue? If his superstition kept me from fighting wrinkles in 100 percent cotton khakis, then I would support him 100 percent.
I have my own superstitions, mind you. I don't step on cracks in the sidewalk. I toss salt over my shoulder if I spill it, and I never pick up a penny if it's tails side up. A quarter ... well, I'd consider it.
I can remember my granddaddy telling me that it's bad luck to count the fish you've caught before you're done fishing or you won't catch anymore. I've always heard that you shouldn't put a hat on a bed. And everybody knows that if you see three butterflies together it means good luck, don't they?
I've heard that if your right ear itches, then somebody's saying good things about you, but if your left ear itches, they're talking bad. If your ears burn, they're just talking about you, period. If your nose itches, somebody's coming to see you. And if you sweep trash out the door, then a stranger will show up.
I firmly believe that if you use a pencil to study for a test and then use the same pencil to take the test, the pencil will remember the answers.
Someone once told me that seeing an ambulance is very unlucky unless you pinch your nose or hold your breath until you see a black or a brown dog. You've got to get out of the bed on the same side you get in it, or you'll have bad luck. And never start making the bed and then get interrupted and start back again later or else you'll have bad dreams that night.
A teacher once told us that if you dream of a lizard then you have a secret enemy. Frogs in the house mean good fortune, and when you sneeze you get the devil's attention so you say God Bless You to chase him away.
I will never consciously put shoes on a table or cut my fingernails on a Friday or a Sunday. And I will keep a close eye on the cows as I pass because if they're raising their tails, then it's a sure sign it's going to rain.
"That means they're going to the bathroom, too," my good friend commented when I told her this tidbit. Okay, so she had a point.
I am so sad the Braves are done, that Bobby is finished and my clothes are wrinkled again. Sigh.
Maybe I can convince him that ironing will help the Bulldogs.
Even he won't go for that.
Contact columnist Mandy Flynn at firstname.lastname@example.org.