From gold towels to green underwear, Fans
put best (rabbit’s) foot forward
Players, too, do what they can to maximize
their mojo.
By JENNIFER C. YATES
Associated Press
Saturday, January 22, 2005
PITTSBURGH — Forget wearing the
same underwear for a week, or not changing your lucky T-shirt.
In the Pittsburgh suburb of
Cranberry, Shirl Henke goes out to her Steelers’ helmet-shaped
mailbox each morning on game day, and sings, rubs and kisses it
for good luck.
“It sure has worked this
year,” said Henke, 53, a lifelong Steelers fan.
If there’s ever a good time for
Pennsylvania football fans to get out their lucky rabbits’ feet,
this is it. The Pittsburgh Steelers host the New England Patriots
on Sunday in the AFC Championship game, while the Philadelphia
Eagles host the Atlanta Falcons in the NFC’s big showdown.
Sports fans — and especially
players — have always been superstitious, whether it be a kicker
who dares not deviate from his pre-kick routine, or a team that
fears a Sports Illustrated cover photo before the big game
portends its demise.
Before every game, Eagles All-Pro
safety Brian Dawkins has one of the team’s athletic trainers
prepare a Breathe-Right nasal strip the same way: one side of the
strip is colored midnight green and the other half is silver.
Dawkins always wears the silver side on the left side of his nose
and the green on the right side.
“It’s all part of the fun of
the game, but at the same time there is some hidden belief on some
level that this is contributing” to a team’s success, said
Richard Lustberg, a sports psychologist.
Not everyone believes in
superstitions, though.
“The way you approach a game, as
long as you’re consistent, you put your best foot
forward and try to play your best game,” said Steelers wide
receiver Sean Morey, who used to think the kind of music he
listened to or his routine before a game would affect the outcome.
From his spot behind the bar of
Chickie’s & Pete’s in South Philadelphia, John Gallagher,
33, has seen plenty of craziness from raucous fans that come from
the stadiums just a few blocks away. But when it comes to his
gameday garb, Gallagher is deadly serious.
“That, right there” he said,
pointing to a green-and-white Eagles visor hanging from the cash
register, “goes on for gameday. I wear green underwear, green
Eagles socks, too.”
Every year, something new becomes
part of the ensemble. This year it was the visor.
“They started 7-0, and then I
took a day off for the Pittsburgh game and didn’t wear it, and
they lost,” he said.
Jim Cartafalsa, 19, sits nearby in
a black Donovan McNabb jersey, eating a sandwich. He has an
elaborate in-game routine to keep the Eagles’ mojo going.
“I’ve got my hat on until the
third quarter, then I take it off and switch my jersey around
backward for the fourth quarter,” he said. “I did it for the
first game, for some reason. I figure I’ll keep on doing it
since it’s working.”
Back in Pittsburgh, Henke has been
kissing her mailbox for years. She got the giant black and gold
helmet about 15 years ago as a joke from friends who are Cleveland
Browns fans. Every year, she cleans it up with a coat of spray
paint and new stickers — just so it’s in perfect condition for
her gameday ritual.
“I try to do it in the mornings
before the neighbors see me,” Henke said.
And this isn’t any ordinary
stroll down to the mailbox. Henke sings and claps the entire way
— “Here we go Steelers, here we go.” Clap, clap. “Here we
go Steelers, here we go.” Clap, clap.
Bridget Healy, 33, of McCandless,
has to crochet from the first kickoff of each Steelers game until
the final seconds tick off the clock. She’s been working on the
same blue and green baby blanket all season, during every game,
and only stops to kneel in front of the TV during field goal
attempts.
Oh, and she also wears a Terrible
Towel wrapped on her head like a babushka. It must face forward
for offensive plays, backwards when the defense is on the field.
“I’m not that fanatical to
believe I am making them win. It’s just sort of like anything
you can do to help is why I do this,” said Healy, who as a child
dreamed of being a linebacker.
This year’s baby blanket is for
a pregnant neighbor. It’s already much longer than a normal
blanket — but she refuses to stop as long as the team is
winning.
“She’ll be crocheting until
the end of the season,” said her husband, Sean, “unless the
baby comes first.”
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