Triskadekaphobia?

Run!  Get cover!  The sky is falling! It’s FRIDAY THE 13th!!!

Many people are afraid of the number 13, as it supposedly brings them bad luck.  Sure, there’s that whole movie franchise.  Others, on the other hand, embrace it, as to stick it to the bad karma.  Me? I’m somewhere in the middle.

Now while I have borderline OCD when it comes to the superstitious rituals I did during the Yankees World Series run, I also know that what hat I wear, what mug I drink my coffee from, what color underwear I choose has absolutely no bearing on the outcome of a game, especially since I’m not the one on the field.  But correlations get made especially when over 60% of the time I’m getting favorable results, and while it can be fun, I know it’s completely ridiculous.

So is the fear of the number 13.  Actually, I had no choice but to drop the whole thing, or I’d never be able to leave the house.  When I first moved to Delaware, the apartment complex’s mailing address was actually on US 13, a road I take every day.  I work on the 13th floor, even though this building has two half-floors in between, so I’m really 15 floors above the street, but I’m still pressing a button next to the number 13.  Again, I’m not about to move or quit my job over this.  I can’t be bothered to have a fear of the number 13.

But when I was a kid, on the first soccer team I played for, I wore 13.  We finished in last place.  We were winless.  So maybe there’s truth in all of this?  What was A-Rod thinking picking 13?  Well, two years later, I was on a first place team, and it took A-Rod a few more years to get his World Series ring.

But I’ve been home sick today.  And the doctor’s diagnosis?  Bronchitis.  Probably would have been a cold if I went yesterday.