(We Need) All the Mojo We Can Muster Call me crazy but I am a firm believer that desperate times call for drastic measures. I discovered a curious phenomenon that an accidental sequence of events first brought to light a few weeks ago during the Wisconsin/LSU game. With LSU trailing significantly, I figured I had time to help Sarah give baby Vivian a quick bath without missing out on much as far as the game was concerned. To my pleasant surprise, after Vivian was bathed, and changed out of her LSU attire and into her pajamas, the Tigers’ rally got underway, and the boys managed to pull out a come from behind victory. Last night we celebrated my sister-in-law’s birthday at Sarah’s grandparents’ place in Plaucheville. As usual, Vivian had on her LSU game day apparel. With Mississippi State beginning to pull away, I remembered how the Tigers’ fortunes had turned around during the Wisconsin game after we bathed Vivian and had her abandon the LSU garb. In light hearted fashion so as to not appear (very) superstitious (wash your face and hands), I mentioned to the party goers that last time LSU rallied from the clutches of defeat, I attributed it to the change of Vivian’s garments following her bath. My pronouncement was met with only perfunctory smiles and dismissive acknowledgements. As LSU’s plight worsened, I slipped away from the television in the living room to the bedroom to check Vivian’s travel bag. Much to my dismay, the only change of clothes that Sarah had packed was yet another LSU cheerleading outfit. By this time I was willing to completely abandon any and all appearances of sensibilities, and I openly suggested to Sarah’s family that we immediately get Vivian out of her LSU outfit, preferably into the bathtub, and changed into something more suitable and rally friendly. The first thing that came to mind due to its availability was a rather generic looking beige bath towel. Needless to say my motion, unanimously seconded by my male companions, was soundly vetoed by my wife, her grandmother, and my mother-in-law. I knew the only thing to do at this point was to get back to Bunkie as quickly as possible, get Vivian out of her cursed accoutrements, exercise the demons with a dunk in the tub, and slip her into some common clothes conducive to a comeback. Exiting a family gathering with a ravishing red headed baby bubbling with personality is no short order task. As Vivian was passed from family member to family member to say goodbye, I couldn’t help but notice the game clock dwindling and the Tigers’ situation nearing critical. The ride home from Plaucheville was agonizing as listening to the radio I learned of yet another Mississippi State score. Home at last, with Sarah now onboard and convinced of the validity of the curse, we hurried Vivian out of the purple and gold, into the bathtub, and dressed her in the nearest non-Tiger attire we could find….and then the rally began, albeit too little too late. I don’t think Les Miles’ hesitation at pulling Jennings out and placing Harris in at quarterback made much difference in the games outcome, but I can’t help but feel that my delay in cleansing Vivian of the curse and changing her out of the doomed duds contributed to the Tigers defeat. Maybe Im as Mad as the Hatter, but next week I’m going to keep the bath water on stand by and the beige towel at arm’s length. It looks as though the Bayou Bengals might be in for a rough ride, and if we have to resort to “chasing down a hoodoo there,” I’m for making all the mojo* we can muster. *A magical charm bag used in “hoodoo,” as in CCR’s “Born on the Bayou.”
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 22:24:52 +0000
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