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    For years I watched the local game telecast waiting for the Rams scores to flash on the screen. While I could have gone to my mom's house where we gather weekly to watch the Rams game, I elected to go with my girlfriend to defend our scotch doubles 8-ball championship by attending an annual tournament we won last year.

    There were televisions there so I told one of the people who were in attendance that I would pay him one dollar each time he reported a change in the score. (Local TV’s were on ***** game). By half time I fired the messenger somehow justifying to myself that it was his fault the score was so lopsided.

    Consider defending a billiards championship on a Sunday while playing against mostly 49er fans and the Rams getting blown out. Believe me when I say there is allot going on there besides pool and football. Anyone who plays pool knows that concentration is paramount and if you can break your opponent’s concentration then you probably are going to beat them. Fortunately I have studied the mental game and how to keep from being distracted so their efforts to whew my concentration were in vein. Just about the time we were finishing off our last opponent people started talking of a Rams comeback. So I say, “Yea right, forget it guys it isn’t going to work.” They replied “No really were not lying the Rams have just pulled within 3 points.” With these backwoods 49er fans telling me that the Rams had just pulled within 3 points I was forced into the ancient art of concentration. Yes chanting ommmmmmmmm, ommmmmmmm. We won the tournament (Undefeated I might add).
    I then went to the television and started watching the improbable comeback of the ***** over the Cardinals. When the Rams score flashed it said 27 - 27 OT. I let out a holler that could be heard by people walking around… outside… three or four blocks away. Did I apologize for not believing the fickle 49er fans? Nope! I missed a great comeback but looking back, I would do it the same way and defend my championship. There is something special about watching the faces of 49er fans fall off while your team comes from behind like the Rams did and taking home the local hardware to boot. So how does this equate to thanking mom? Well when I called my moms house she told me that at halftime she was telling one of my sons about the sage in 1999. This of course prompted my son to set some sage on fire and place it under the television. Now according to my son, in the future if there is no sage in the house and the Rams lose we have no one to blame but ourselves. Anyone want to tell him that sage is meaningless hocus pocus? Anyway thanks mom, Dad would be proud of you.

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    Re: Thanks Mom

    Great story, RT. Interesting thing - we don't get a lot of sage in Nebraska, but I noticed some in Colorado while visiting my sister over summer and brought some back. I burned some before the season and burned more before the Seahawks game. That sage really works some wonders, huh?

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