My magic 'taters didn't work tonight. . .

Mundane Pointless Stuff I Must Share (MPSIMS)
#1

Crap.

I skated tonight, and relatively poorly. Yeah, I had a few good plays, but I ended up falling a lot, and dinking around with the puck when I should have been shooting. My reasoning: My magic taters didn’t work tonight.

I’ve got this superstition that if I eat a bowl of mashed potatoes topped with sour cream, cheddar cheese, and fresh ground peppercorn, and then take a nap, I’ll have plenty of gusto to go out there and kick some ass. . .

Well, we played the easier team tonight, and we got our asses handed to us, 5 - 0. I had a few SOGs but my plus-minus rating is in the gutter.

Do you guys have any superstitions I could try? Maybe a little lucky practice or two? Playoffs are coming up, and I don’t want to suck. . .

Tripler
Maybe it was the Bac-Os I added tonight. :frowning:

#2

Dude, all I’m saying is that I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting fake bacon on my taters and relying on them to carry me through. I’s have to have the real thing. No doubt.

#3

Sorry about the bad game, babe.

The only superstition I can think of is don’t let me watch the games. I’m a jinx.

Then again, I didn’t, so I guess that one is out the window. :wink:

#4

Yeah, Tripler, that happens to a lot of guys. (Not me of course. My “taters” work juuust fine.) Maybe you were just tired. Or, did you take any cold medicine? I guess you just had to cuddle…

Oh, wait…

Never mind.
-Rue.

#5

Silently taps Tripler’s shin pads with her stick for good luck

I always listen to Bruise Violet by Babes in Toyland to get me pumped up. Try a song. :smiley:
And good luck. We’re heading for the playoffs too.

#6

Yeah… no doubt Boo… no doubt. It be the fake-o’s you be usin’ my homey. Word.

<ahem>

Sorry… don’t know what came over me.