OK, I'm totally not one of those superstitious type of fans who thinks they have the power to control the game and that the team's fate rests in their hands.

But...

Thursday night, at the top of the 7th inning, I went into the bathroom to get changed into my pajamas. I put on a 3/4 sleeve Red Sox t-shirt and a pair of sweats. When I went back to watching the game, it was the bottom of the 7th and the miracle had just begun. I spilled coffee all over myself after Drew's home run. It was a mess.

I went to do my laundry today and took the t-shirt out of the hamper, thought about it for a minute, and put it on. It smells like coffee and dirty laundry. Even the cats were offended.

I have to wear it for Game 7, don't I?