I’ve been trying to grow a beard as fast as I can. Honest.
It’s not that I’m trying to jump on the bandwagon for the Red Sox. I’ve been a huge fan for years. I live and die by the day’s scores. I agonize over games that got away.
I annoy, harass, beg, borrow and steal from my friends who have access to tickets to hone my way in to buy them whenever I can. I even have a secret parking spot that always works for Fenway. I am totally prepared.
But I’m also totally scared, so I’m growing a beard to break the jinx.
What jinx, you ask? We got over that 86-year-thing a decade ago — twice! I know, I know but I’m hedging my bet, anyway.
You know how football has that thing where, when the NFC team wins the Super Bowl closest to the election, the Democrat always wins? Or when the Washington Redskins win their last game before the election, the Republican always wins?
Well, I’ve had one of those bellweather sequences running for 16 years — it’s never been wrong — and it doesn’t look rosy for the 2013 Red Sox.
I began auditioning at North Shore Music Theater in 1997 as a younger whippersnapper than I am now, 16 years distant.
I struck out in my attempts for the first four years, but in 2001, I got lucky and landed my first part in one of its shows. Woo-whoo, so did the Patriots, winning their first Super Bowl against the high flying, heavily favored Rams.
No Boston sports team won anything in 2002, but in 2003, the Pats were back in the money — and so was I at NSMT. In 2004, the Red Sox and the Pats both won and — guess what? — I got two parts that year.