When OU played Tennessee in the Orange Bowl (what year was that, 1967?), the Vols were making a field goal attempt to win the game in the final seconds. My mom was so nervous, she couldn't take it anymore: She went and hid in the shower. When Tenn missed the kick, a tradition was born: whenever the Sooners were in a tense, do-or-die situation, Mom would go hide in the shower stall. It usually worked, too.
Mom's no longer with us, but when the Gators loaded the bases with one out last night, I decided I couldn't just sit and watch, as I had in the seventh and the 12th innings. I had to take action.
So for the rest of the game, I left my front room and went into my bedroom (I only have two rooms, besides my tiny kitchen and bathroom) for thirty seconds at a time (I couldn't stand it any longer than that). I used the stopwatch on my iPhone as a timer and after thirty seconds had passed, I would pop out to see where things stood. If the game was still going on, back into the bedroom I went, for thirty more seconds. (I couldn't hear the play-by-play because I have to wear headphones late at night due to a fussy downstairs neighbor. They were plugged in, muting the sound, but the headphone cable doesn't reach as far as the bedroom.)
It took five trips to the bedroom to win the game, but it finally worked.
You're all welcome.