A Clothing Conundrum
Some might say it was the weather. Others our defense yet to gel. Still others might say Nick Marshall just is NOT the man (at least not this year). They are all wrong. The reason we did not come out of Death Valley with a win was that I did not wear my Auburn belt.
All during 2010, I wore the same outfit every single game week. The same jeans, the same t-shirt with the big “AU” on the back, the same hat I have had since I was a student, the same Chuck Taylors, and of course, the lucky socks (about which I have written here earlier). The only difference was whether or not I added a sweatshirt if it was cold enough.
For the Clemson game, I slipped and forgot to wear my newest piece of regalia: my belt with the football-shaped Auburn belt buckle, given to me, incidentally, by my died-in-the-wool Georgia Bulldog in-laws (I get some of my best Auburn stuff from them). We went into overtime on that one. I didn’t ever forget that belt after that.
In the Kentucky and LSU games in that magical year, the men in blue went deep into the fourth quarter tied up, before getting the final score of the game. I also didn’t wear the lucky t-shirt next to my skin, but had a sweatshirt under it for a layered look. Coincidence? I think NOT! You can be sure that didn’t happen again, and any Auburn sweatshirt added to the ensemble went on the OUTSIDE of the t-shirt after that.
The debacles of the past two years’ seasons got me thinking that the clothing factors in the universe might have shifted, given the t-shirt and belt-buckle weren’t pulling off anything anymore. So, this year, I decided to break myself of the superstition. In fact, other than the new lucky socks (the old ones gave out after 2010) and the game-day hat, I was determined not to worry about what particular shirt I wore, as long as it had something Auburn on it. I wore the belt for the first three games, though, and AU seemed to come through each time.
But NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O (in John Belushi voice), I had to wear running shorts with my (different) t-shirt to be COMFORTABLE watching the LSU game at home–no place for the belt. I forgot to wash the lucky socks from last week before game-time, but put them on anyway–but “Who needs the belt?” I thought to myself.
The rest you know. You can cast your derision at me for the grave sin of upsetting the magnetic fields of luck and football bounces by leaving that belt in the closet. But you don’t have to worry; that will not EVER happen again, at least not this year. In fact, I may have to pull out the old lucky t-shirt again, and the Chuck Taylors, and part my hair just right, and sit in the right chair throughout the whole game, and only eat potato chips, and. . . .
(who now puts in a cheap shot for comments asking what lucky clothes you wear every game-day)