I hate to be the bearer of bad news, folks, but the upcoming Roughrider football season is doomed.
And it's not about Kory Sheets or Weston Dressler or even the rumblings of "strike" due to a huge gap between what the CFL wants to give and what the players want to get.
Nope the doom on the horizon is all about something far more pervasive in the sports world - superstition. In this case it's more about an omen than always wearing my Rider earring on game day and not taking it off again until the Riders lose. As you can imagine I get to accessorize with an alternate earring on a regular basis throughout the season. Or always making sure I have a clean Rider jersey to wear on game day. It's not even about making sure my socks and underwear are green. Oh, all right, even I don't go that far, but you get the picture.
Players are famous for their superstitious natures and many of us who bleed green are just as tied up in knots about ritual.
Early Monday afternoon, however, the shoe dropped on the fate of the upcoming season. It was more like smashed than dropped, as in a rare moment of klutz (sure laugh your faces off, all of those who know me) I knocked my cherished Roughrider coffee mug off the corner of my desk and it smashed into a sad array of chards.
What more can I say?
