The email is actually date and time stamped with California time-- 6:58PM February 2, 2008-- as my sbcglobal.net email address was through a guy I'd been living with before coming back to St. Louis. I no longer have access to the email address-- in fact, I think the account itself is now gone. And SBC Global has not been at all helpful in giving me any verification for it.
Of the 19 people that received, roughly 8 did not even read it before deleting it, seeing it as another of the rambling prediction emails I'd been sending out that year. Several more I am not even on speaking terms with anymore.
There are five people on the list that received it, read it before the game, and will, if asked, verify that it was sent before the game and that the prediction stunned them. All will also add that I have not been able to reproduce those results since then. (You can view the contents of the email here, although I have erased the header and recipient info.)
One of the people that received the email (but has never responded to any of my emails about it) has every right to think I am "voices in the head" schizoid that needs to be heavily medicated and locked up. Hearing the thoughts of other people is very rarely the gift the non-psychic thinks it is. When I am wrong, I am horribly, irrevocably wrong. And often I have to make the choice between living with being wrong, or being tortured by not knowing whether I am hallucinating or not. (And usually, I am right, but as I said, when I am wrong, I am horribly wrong.)
Choosing to confront someone based on "the voices in my head" is always risky business. And even when I am trying to do the right thing, it can have a terrible outcome.
This year, I was that crazy person. Or perhaps that unsung heroine. Who will ever know? Not even me.
So, when a few months ago it came to me that this would be another year when the possibility of predicting the Superbowl was an option, I was elated. Finally, a chance to redeem myself. This time, I could post on facebook, which has an unalterable time stamp (unlike a blog), and which anyone can see (unlike an email).
All those people that think I am a big liar, or crazy, or delusional, well, finally I could prove it to them once and for all that I am at least sometimes right. And right in a way that few people ever are. Even if the score wasn't going to be as insane as that 17-14 score in 2008. (I rarely watch the game at Superbowl parties, preferring the jello shots and commercials and halftime show, but that year I watched and I kept asking "is this a good game?" I know so little about American football.)
So, it did seem strange to me, that it is the same two teams. And I have that feeling again. That "you can do it" feeling. But I am sitting here, having some sort of crisis of faith.
Or maybe I just don't give a fuck anymore. I am not betting. I won't be getting any money from my prediction. Any fame that comes from it will just be annoying and disrupt my hermit-like existence. There seems to be only two reasons I am interested in doing it again: to confound the non-believing muggles, and to redeem myself for the terrible psychic "wrongs" I committed this year.
I'm giving myself until 5:15 PM CST tomorrow. I will be posting on my facebook Lady Rae page.
Will I be right? Will I care? No one knows. Not even me.
EDIT: The post on Facebook. Don't know why the fonts are all crazy.
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