What's the opposite of a lucky horseshoe? An unlucky cow-hat? That's what I am, an unlucky cow-hat.  My ability to lose and cause others around me to lose is legendary.  My own wife won't sit at the same table with me when we go to casinos - and considering how unlucky I am, why is it we keep ending up in casinos in the first place?

My bad luck is starting to stretch, and gain momentum, and touch things beyond the blackjack table.  If I root for you, or wish you well, run away, for I am the kiss of death.

First, despite (or because of) my endorsement, Jason Giambi and his ugly-beautiful mustache will not be going to the All-Star Game.  He lost the final vote to Evan Longoria-Parker of the Tampa Bay Rays, despite his complete lack of mustache.

But that wasn't the worst blow.  No, that came on Thursday, when Comfort was kicked off So You Think You Can Dance before she got into the top 12, which means America will be denied the chance to see her perform on the SYTYCD tour later this year.  But what's amazing is that my kiss of death endorsement didn't just make her lose, it actually made her deserve to lose.  She was terrible on Wednesday night. 



Oh, is there no respite from this terrible burden of mine!  And I don't even get to hook up with Maria Bello in the end.