Superstitions

You may have heard of sports superstitions, but I think my uncles takes the cake. My uncle is a weird guy. Funny, entertaining, larger than life, but also an odd duck. It is what makes him a character that everyone loves. But here is the thing. Every single Patriots game, he wears the same shirt. Not so bad you might say right? Wrong. He has worn this same shirt for the past eighteen years and never washed it. That is right, he has never washed the shirt. The story comes from a game before I can really remember where he had just moved out on his own, and was really bad about doing his laundry. He used to bring it over to my grandmothers house for her to get it done. For whatever reason, grandma forgot to wash his laundry that day (maybe because he was an adult and should have been doing it himself but whatever) and he was adamant about wearing this shirt since the last time he wore it they won. Apparently the game was a tense one (hopefully he was not sweating too much lol) but in the end the Patriots pulled through. So for whatever beer fueled reason, my uncle decided that that shirt helped them win, and from then on would never wear anything else on game days. I remember once when I was a bit of a punk kid asking him if the shirt was so magic why the Patriots did not win every single game, and the look he gave me was the most serious I have ever seen on him. It kind of froze me in my tracks. I remember an other time, when he was wearing it during a rain storm our house started getting a roof leak and it dripped all over his jersey. Did he take it off with all that weird roof water getting on it? You guessed it. He definitely did not. Incidentally I do remember the Patriots did win that game, but that is besides the point. That jersey has seen a lot. My uncle has celebrated too much with the beer and spilled it all over the shirt so many times that it honestly its very own color scheme. There are salsa stains from when I was still learning how to walk. It was last season that my uncle pulled me aside and told me he wanted to talk to me. He never had kids of his own and so I was the closest thing to a son he would have. He told me very seriously, that after he passed he wanted me to have his jersey, and that I had to wear it for every game and never wash it. At first I wanted to balk at him and make fun of his nasty jersey like I always did, but he was so serious I could not. I realized that day that the Patriots love in our family was bigger than just the team, it brought us all together so you had better believe I will never wash that thing and stink up every game until it is nothing but a rag.

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