Game 6 and Benedict "Junior"

I couldn't watch the game. I sat there listening to the commentators, but didn't dare turn around. I was convinced that I'd jinx my boys… my “Bad Boys.”

I walked over to my couch, “Junior” was relaxing, sipping on some ice water and watching the game. He was rooting for the Spurs. (I hate him!)

I’d bitten off most of my finger nails and I just decided to walk away.

“Jane, come sit down on the couch and watch the game with me.” Junior didn’t even turn his head from the TV to tell me this.

“Junior, I can’t! Every time I walk over and check the score the Spurs pull ahead. I can’t do that to Detroit.” I’m not a superstitious person, but for some reason I'm convinced that I'm a bad luck charm. By me watching the game, it will effect whether Chauncy’s three point shot will go in or not. I’m a cursed fan. Every time I watch my team play, they lose!

I don’t think “Junior” minded me leaving the room and typing away on my computer. He was getting annoyed with my high pitched squeals every time Detroit missed a shot.

I yelled into the living room, “Junior, what’s the score?”

“91 to 86, it’s a time out.” He yelled back.

I waited a few seconds, then asked… “Who’s ahead?”

When he shouted back, “Detroit”. I knew my superstitions were not unfounded. I was helping my team by not watching them. I was making a difference… a real difference!

Junior yelled at me again, “Jane, it’s the final minute… you can watch now.” (Secretly I think he wanted me to watch, so that San Antonio would win… he was trying to sabotage the Pistons! He’s a traitor… Junior was born in Detroit!) I couldn't stand it anymore… I had to watch.

The Pistons won that night, but I watched all of game 7 and as a result they lost the series. I'm still not ready to talk about it. I don't know if I ever will be. I haven't talked to Junior since game 6 either.

Junior is my back up boyfriend (of sorts). Whenever either of us don't have a date (or have broken up with a significant other), but feel like going on a date... we give each other a buzz. I can always count on him to come out and listen to live music at a swanky lounge or club. But... my "Bad Boys" come first this time. I will not be speaking to Junior until he apologizes for his act of (Spur) treason.