I married a hockey player.
By virtue of that, I am superstitious.
Hockey players, if you didn't know, are among the most superstitious people on the planet. Before each game, Chris ate the exact same meal, drove the exact same route to the arena and taped his stick in the exact same seat in the arena before each game. Once I drove him to the arena and took a different exit than he usually took. I thought he was going to come unglued.
I guess a bit of that has rubbed off on me. Especially where Bama football is concerned.
I typically wear the same red sweater to each game (when it's cold and the same red shirt when it's warm) and so does Chris. So before last night's big game, we donned our outfits. Chris made the same dip he has made before each game this season.
I told the girls it was time to get ready. AC threw me for a loop. Instead of wearing the shirt she had worn to most of the last games, she opted for the Bama dress she wore in the beginning of the season. I was a little thrown, but then I remembered we didn't lose any games when she wore that dress so I gave in.
Then it was time for LB to get dressed. Leave it to LB to always rock the boat.
"No, Mommy! I want to stay in my pajamas!"
The child loves her pjs and had put them back on before her nap.
"No, Lily Baker!" I said. "You have to put on your Bama outfit. It's game day! And this one is kind of important!"
"No, Mommy! I want to wear my pjs! And my Belle dress!" she told me in no uncertain terms while she played with her blocks.
You have got to be kidding me. All of I could think of was that scene in "The Wedding Singer" when Adam Sandler's ex-girlfriend shows up wearing his favorite Van Halen t-shirt and he tells her, "Take off my Van Halen t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up."
I just knew it. LB was going to jinx the Crimson Tide. We were going to lose the National Championship because Lily Baker refused to put on her Bama clothes. (Because of course, that's why you lose games. Not penalties, turnovers, dumb mistakes. You lose because a 3-year-old won't take off her pajamas and put on her game day clothes. Right?!)
I finally gave up because LB has an iron will. Then five minutes before the game she comes running in the den saying, "Mommy, I'm wearing my Bama dress!" I asked Chris, "Did you make her do that?" "No," he answered, "it was all her idea."
Vintage LB. Not doing something until she's good and ready to do it.
Even though she would rather play with her Handy Manny tools than watch the game,
she wore her game day outfit.
And AC watched the game in the recliner with her Daddy...
And Bama won!
And all is right with my universe :)
Oh yeah, then there was time in the second quarter when Trent Richardson scored a touchdown. Chris threw both of the girls high in the air. A few minutes later, AC threw up everything she had for dinner. After that, the new rule was only high fives after touchdowns.
It's okay. AC knew that sometimes southern girls have to take one for the team. :)
Roll Tide Roll!