Luck of the IrishI think I met a real live leprechaun tonight.My hockey team has been getting our asses kicked all season. Tonight we were playing a team that has been undefeated so far. It was a late game, 10:30pm (which means I have to leave at 9:30pm to get there on time) So not much St. Patrick's day celebrating for me. But, as I was heading out I decided, god dammit, it's St. Patrick's Day, I want at least one shot of whiskey! So I pulled into my favorite little bar (also happens to be the closest) and go in. Now I don't usually go to bars alone, in fact, I never have gone to a bar alone, but I did tonight. The place is packed of course, there was an empty spot at the bar, oddly enough, with a man sitting the right of it. Maybe mid 30's, pretty short. I order my shot, then look over at him and say, "This is the only drink I get for St. Patrick's day, wanna do a shot with me?" The guy looks at me, big green eyes and toughs of red hair sticking out of his news boy cap. You've never seen a bigger Irish cliche. "Sure!" (Who passes up free booze at a bar?) So I tell the bar tender to give him a shot too. We exchange names, both Irish ;) He asks why it's my only drink, I explain to him I have to leave right away for a hockey game. We raise out glasses, "Slainte!" As soon as I slam my glass down and turn to head out he goes, "You're gonna win." Off I go. Thinking, haha yeah right. Most of our games we lose by at least 8 points. (and so far, we've lost every game.) Guess fucking what? That undefeated team we played tonight? WE FUCKING WON! 6-4 US! Hahaha, I was like holy shit. He was good luck! |
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