If it wasn’t for bad luck…


I’d have no luck at all.

If we’re superstitious about 13, and even if we aren’t, we need to get into the habit of writing 13 every time we put a date on anything. So for the next 361 days, everything bad that happens has a built-in scapegoat, and everything good is proof that 13 isn’t so unlucky, after all.

Here’s ┬áhoping for nothing but good things today.

’13 seems lucky so far


Northwestern won its first bowl game of my lifetime today, in a rather convincing fashion. They beat Mississippi State 34-20 in the Gator Bowl (I’m not using the corporate sponsor’s name here) to get the new year off to a winning start. The monkey has been sent away, the streak has been broken, and any other appropriate metaphors are no longer relevant.

Those who think 13 is unlucky–and I have professed myself to be one of them, in a different context–should talk to Northwestern fans tonight, because thirteen’s just fine with us right now.

So now it’s onward to bigger and better things in the fall. Most of the main players are coming back next year, especially on offense, so why not think that the Big Ten championship and a BCS bowl berth are possible? At this moment, anything and everything seems reasonable to me.

Go Cats!