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"You run the gamut of emotions at football games - depression, despair, elation," Wenham told PS . "I love it. It's just the greatest drama. My great dream: if physically I was different I would have loved to have been an AFL player."
In any case Wenham has his own way of helping the Swans to win.
"My personal ritual is buying the footy record, the official program," he said. "I have to search out a female seller of the football record as I have an 80 per cent win rate purchasing off a female seller."
Professional athletes just don't appreciate how much effort fans have to put in towards keeping their teams' playoff hopes alive. T-shirts go unwashed, beards go unshaven, hats get turned inside out, mascot dolls get moved to weird spots in the room. I still have a candy bar wrapper that I can't bring myself to throw out. It single-handedly won the 2004 World Series for the Boston Red Sox.
In game 4 against the New York Yankees, I was eating a candy bar during the ninth inning. The Sox were down 4 - 3 and on the verge of elimination. I was just crumpling up the wrapper and preparing to hurl it at the wastebasket in disgust at the prospect of yet another humiliating October drubbing by the Evil Empire, when Dave Roberts stole second base. In mid-hurl, I froze. Bill Mueller singled Roberts home, and the game was tied. Suddenly I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the wrapper itself must be wielding unearthly powers against the Curse of the Bambino.
For the next three weeks it sat on the coffee table, except during games, when it was clutched nervously in my left hand during tense moments. Nobody else was allowed to touch it.
My request to have the candy bar wrapper ride in the lead limo at the victory parade was turned down.