They began every Saturday morning when he pulled the curtains open, wrapped the same faded blue scarf around his neck, and lowered himself into the worn recliner beside the television.
Nobody was allowed to sit there during a match.
Nobody was allowed to sit there during a match.
Not because Grandpa was territorial.
Because he was superstitious.
« The team can sense routine, » he told me when I was seven.
« They’re forty miles away, » I said.
« Exactly! We can’t risk confusing them, Orrie. »
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