Let's go with: the jinx.
So after winning the first three games of their best of seven series, the Canucks have lost the last two. Quite badly in both instances. If they manage to blow this I might have to stop following hockey altogether.
"Are you going to invite Gary to poker night again?" My wife was looking at me like I had already done something wrong.
"Of course," I replied. "It's tradition. I'm not about to break our streak at fifteen years and -"
"Twelve weeks," she finished for me. "No, of course not. Heaven forbid the precious streak come to an end. Then Gary might actually keep his entire paycheck for once."
"It's not my fault the man never wins a hand!"
"Obviously not." She paused to sip her gin and tonic, both of us knowing what was coming next. "But you know damn well that his ex-wife took all his luck with him when she walked out the door."
"That's superstitious nonsense. The man's not jinxed. He's just terrible at cards."
"Then how do you explain that spastic twitching that comes over him every time he has a high pair off the draw? Do you still want to pretend he did that before she left?"
I had to admit, she had a point. But the streak was important to all the guys.
And besides, I'd had my eye on a new TV for weeks, and Gary wouldn't mind helping me out with that, right?