I bet you're wondering who you can thank for this awesome outcome! Is it the coaches? The players? Horton who took a nasty hit that sent him to the hospital causing the team to rally and kick some ass?
Nope. It's my boyfriend, MFC. Indirectly, me too.
Now, I bet you are wondering what we have to do with any of this. To tell you the truth, I had no idea until this morning.
We have successfully built a new age relationship around text messaging, just like 16 year olds do. We are pretty proud of it. As I have gotten older I don't enjoy chatting on the phone as much as I once did, and I dislike even more talking to someone who truly hates talking on the phone (enter MFC). I am completely comfortable with the rhythm we have found of texting throughout the day the important highlights or sweet nothings at our own pace. Some may find this a little odd or disjointed, so I will say, when it really counts we make a phone call, but in the day to day, it is surprisingly efficient and satisfying. So, why is this important? Why did you just have to sit through that run on sentence about my
Because this is where the secret of sports success lies. Last night I sent a text to MFC after the 4th goal of the night that simply said 'OMG!!!!!'. I didn't even think about the fact that I didn't hear back from him. I assumed he may have been too engrossed in the game, didn't have anything to say, or had fallen asleep. The latter is what I did not too long after that text. My roommate woke me up as I had fallen asleep in the chair and sent me to bed.
This morning I woke up to following texts sent at almost 11:30 last night:
MFC: 'Omg..the last time I responded to u during the game they lost hard..sorry I couldn't again!...superstition! I still love you tho!
MFC: 'They won!!! I couldn't respond cuz of superstition...don't take offense!
Now this is HUGE news people. HUGE. This means that MFC actually now knows he can CONTROL the outcome of the game. Forget growing your beard and not changing your underwear for weeks. You can all get in the shower and switch chairs in the living-room. You can change what you eat for dinner tonight, and you don't have to scratch your left nut after ever period during the game.
We have it all under control. If they lose you will know that MFC has inadvertently texted me during the game- which lord knows will never happen again.
Also note, we are not certain that these powers are unique to us and our phones. Therefore I have created a set of rules to be followed for safety's sake during the next critical games:
1. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT text me back if I text you during a Bruins game.
2. In fact don't even initiate a text with me during a game. Even if you DVR'd it. You never know, you may have the power to change the past...
3. If you have never texted me before, don't start now. Wait until hockey season is over.
4. I will make sure to text something to MFC during every game moving forward so he has a text to not answer-just incase this has something to do with our powers.
5. OK. Let's really be safe. If my number is IN your phone..take it out temporarily. I don't want you to be tempted, and thus blamed if we lose.
Following these rules is doing your part to ensure a win for Boston and inevitably a Stanley cup victory. I bet you didn't know it was this easy! The hard part is gonna be shaving that beard pal, nasty.
**Update** MFC just texted me: 'It is a gift I must share with the world!'
Don't worry babe. I just did.
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