It’s been almost a month since my last post.

Been busy. Sorry.

For what it’s worth — the three people reading this probably think it’s worth a lot — I pledge to throw some thoughts down with a little more consistency from now on. Promise.

So I was on my way to the Colts game on Thursday when I came to the startling realization that Barrie’s Ontario Hockey League outfit had not lost a game all season with yours truly in attendance.

I haven’t been able to cover every game in person. Working in a one-person sports department makes that impossible. 

But I did come into Thursday’s game feeling like a bit of a lucky charm, having covered 25 of Barrie’s 49 regular-season games on site, both at home and on the road, and helping guide the team to victory through my key play (or sitting around watching from the press box, if we need to go into detail.)

Armed with this piece of knowledge, I couldn’t contain myself, so in the late stages of Thursday’s game I told Colts power-play coach Frank Carnevale that, indeed, the team has me to thank for its run of success this season. 

Cue the kiss of death.

Covering my 26th game of the year and Barrie’s 50th — an Eastern Conference barn-burner between Barrie and the Mississauga St. Michael’s Majors at the Barrie Molson Centre — the inevitable occurred.

The Majors scored a 3-2 shootout win. And I was there.

The kiss of death — as Carnevale witnessed — is apparently alive and well.

I guess the Colts won’t be handing me the keys to the BMC this season after all.

It reminded me of a situation early last season involving our sister paper, The Sudbury Star. The paper ran a story on then-Barrie Colts forward Cory McGillis, essentially pumping the Sudbury-area native’s tires and talking to him about how much he loves playing for Barrie, yadda, yadda.

McGillis was traded to Plymouth less than 24 hours later, the same day the feature ran in the Sudbury paper.

Gotta love the kiss of death.

Game on.