The following post is a re-edit of a Sticky Egg blog entry dated November 5, 2009. The names have been changed, but let’s face it…
No one is innocent here.
Philadelphia Boston. I didn’t mean to.
When I moved to New York City
three five years ago, I had hoped being a sports team ‘good luck charm’ would help the Mets, but alas — the Yankees Giants won…again.
Even though my powers are extremely strong — and are becoming more legendary by the day– I’ve never had much control over them.
They first surfaced in Kansas City in 1992. Mere weeks after I moved there, Joe Montana signed with the Chiefs. Kansas City didn’t win a Super Bowl under Joe, but they were definitely post-season contenders.
I moved to Boston in 2000 and lived there for six years. I think we all know the impact I had there. Two World Series wins for the famously denied Boston Red Sox. The Patriots win the Super Bowl not once, not twice, but three times.
But the minute I moved to New York City — we’re talking, I’d been in town just a couple of months — the New York Giants win the Super Bowl, defeating the New England Patriots.
My power is infinite and brutal and —
with the Yankees’ World Series win just last night now that the Giants have handed the Patriots their second defeat — impossible to target.
I’m starting to wonder who’s behind my powers, and more importantly — what city is gonna pay me for them?
Chicago, I’m in the book.