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We are officially in the middle of the baseball playoffs, with the American League and National League Championship Serieseseseses kicking off Sunday and Monday, respectively. As of my writing this (on Monday night), Seattle is up on the Toronto Blue Jays two games to none in the American League battle, and the Dodgers just barely eked out a win over the Milwaukee Brewers in the National League. I am a lifelong Dodgers fan — my mother was at Sandy Koufax’s perfect game in 1965! — and my husband Jim is a lifelong Brewers fan, so as you can imagine, the mood in my home is currently fraught. (FWIW, the Dodgers won the World Series just last year, and the Brewers have never won, so if Milwaukee beats us, I will have no issue with cheering them on in the next round.) But I am not here to lay out my baseball-related marital discord.1 I am here to talk about sports superstitions.
Baseball is (arguably) the most superstitious American sport.2 Nobody talks to a pitcher if they’ve got a no-hitter …