This story is bizarre, and no I'm not drunk. Yes, I believe it worked.
It started last week at halftime. My brother never misses the halftime performance by the band, but with the stomping we were experiencing by Florida, he decided to go up to the concourse. He came back with a bag of peanuts. He starts munching down on 'em and we start fighting back. To make the story short, I made him save a peanut from that bag. We labeled it with the score and the year. I told him should we need some luck at any point in this season it'd be on him to crack it open and eat it. Sure enough, I called for him to eat the damn thing right before the series where we punted and subsequently got the sack in the endzone/scoop 6. The rest is history. We saved the shell and don't think he won't eat it if it means getting some good mojo should we be in the game with A&M/Bama. I choose to believe.
Any of ya'll do crazy stupid sh!t like that?
It started last week at halftime. My brother never misses the halftime performance by the band, but with the stomping we were experiencing by Florida, he decided to go up to the concourse. He came back with a bag of peanuts. He starts munching down on 'em and we start fighting back. To make the story short, I made him save a peanut from that bag. We labeled it with the score and the year. I told him should we need some luck at any point in this season it'd be on him to crack it open and eat it. Sure enough, I called for him to eat the damn thing right before the series where we punted and subsequently got the sack in the endzone/scoop 6. The rest is history. We saved the shell and don't think he won't eat it if it means getting some good mojo should we be in the game with A&M/Bama. I choose to believe.
Any of ya'll do crazy stupid sh!t like that?
