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Like a charm

Last night, I broke out my 2004 World Series lucky wooden bat. I hadn't held it in my hands to guarantee victory since that historic night in St. Louis, but desperate times--as you know--call for desperate measures.

You can rest assured I'll be fondling that thing all weekend long, too. I just hope its magic hasn't run out.

What are your superstitions? Got a lucky chair? A dirty t-shirt or some soiled drawers that seem to work?

Put them on tomorrow.