Monday Morning Mock Draft: That’s Not A Black Cat, Is It?

Guten Tag, drones.

This week’s topic comes from the Hobo No-Go Zones of Northern Ontario and frequent contributor Scotchnaut.  At some point in the last year he suggested “player superstitions” and then my notes indicate he said something about Dominik Hasek, but I didn’t write down exactly what.

Quality control around here is exactly what you’d expect.

I am going to expand the idea to include anything paranormal about sports, including curses on franchises and the like.  Let’s keep it to sports, people, as I may want to do something with paranormal or the occult in other senses for future drafts.

I also may not, and it’s not like it will matter because

this question has already clearly been answered “yes.”

So, your task this week, should you choose to accept it, is to draft superstitions held by players or about players/teams/something to do with sports.  I will throw a limitation out there that you cannot draft a superstition of your own:  no one cares that you have to wear a certain shirt, eat a certain meal, or sit in a certain chair while your team plays a big game.

If you are drafting a certain player specify which of their superstitions you are selecting.  Players, especially hockey goalies, (nearly every one of whom is certifiably insane), frequently have more than one superstition.  You are drafting the superstition/curse here, not necessarily the player or franchise.

With the first pick Scotchnaut gets Dominik Hasek, and with the pick I immediately violate the rules by not specifying which superstition.  But that’s my fault, because I didn’t write down which one he gave me, and this is Scotchnaut’s topic, so I am granting myself some leeway

You all can fight about who gets the pig.

With the second pick I will take The Curse of the Bambino, the phrase used to describe the decline of the Red Sox franchise due to Harry Frazee selling Babe Ruth to the Yankees, purportedly so he could finance a Broadway show but in reality because the Red Sox were essentially almost as broke-ass franchise as current ownership would have you believe is the case today, Frazee was fighting with a Commissioner who didn’t have baseball’s best interest in mind, (helloooooooooo, Manfred), and the Broadway show popularly blamed for Ruth’s sale actually paid off the mortgage on Fenway Park, thereby allowing it to stand to this day, with a large number of the original seats still there and doing irreparable damage to the spines of those who sit in them.

I learned most of that today.  These draft are not only excellent ways to limit your productivity, they’re educational!

The rest of you are on the clock.