I do the rabbit thing (when I remember), except I grew up only saying rabbit two times. Perhaps I have had less luck as a result?
My own parents are not at all superstitious, although my grandparents were. What really did me in, though, was my college roommate, who had superstitions for everything, and I picked up a lot from her. Most of them involved avoiding the evil eye in some way.
Don’t even give a boyfriend/girlfriend a watch as a gift. This “puts time” on the relationship, and you will part soon after.
Eye twitching – this one is easy to remember, because it’s Left for Love, and Right for Spite. If your left eye is twitching, someone is thinking about you with love, and if it is the right eye, someone is thinking about you spitefully.
Bread and butter – you say this when you are walking with another person, and something comes between you – a lamp post, street sign, another person, etc. If you don’t say Bread and Butter, you will have a fight.
Never give a purse or wallet as a gift without putting a coin in it. If you give someone an empty purse, you are cursing them to have money troubles.
When you toast, the glass must be in your right hand. Putting the glass back on the table without sipping from it after the toast is bad luck.
Lost objects – either go with St. Anthony (St. Anthony, St. Anthony, look around, something is lost that must be found), or you can try the spider. Say “spider, spider, spin your web” and (I was never really clear on this part, but according to my NaNa …) your household spider will then spin an invisible web, leading you to your car keys or glasses or whatever else you misplaced. If you say this, and then look in the first place that pops into your head, that’s where you’ll find the missing object.
For brides – you must tuck a tiny pair of nail scissors into your bridal bouquet. The scissors will “cut” the evil eye, should anyone try to cast it on you on your wedding day.
My own personal sports superstitions are myriad, but the most effective one is that I won’t watch the opening kick-off at a football game (I’ll leave the room or the stands or wherever I’m watching from for a few minutes). If I watch, we always lose. If I don’t watch, the team is on their own.
Do I believe in these? Not really (except for the football one, I’ve carried those Buffalo Bills through quite a few seasons with that), but I enjoy doing them because they’re rituals that I associate with my family and heritage.