Hey, Eck!

When you were throwing your own hitless gem in 1977, was there a guy up in the booth crowing "no-no" every few minutes throughout the middle innings? Didn't you learn anything from our old friend Hazel Mae?

I'm not as worked up about it as some.

But sometimes a little superstition has its merits. It's what makes this game of ours unique.

At least both Beckett and Granderson are on my fantasy team.