An Entitled Fan Stole My 92-Year-Old Grandpa’s Seats at the Football Game, Saying, “He Won’t Even Remember It Anyway”—Five Minutes Later, Karma Hit Him Hard

a match.

Not because Grandpa was territorial.

Because he was superstitious.

“The team can sense routine,” he told me when I was seven.

“They’re forty miles away,” I said.

“Exactly! We can’t risk confusing them, Orrie.”

He never washed the scarf during the season, either.

He was superstitious.

My grandmother once tried to sneak it into the laundry basket.

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