One year ago, the Arbogast family curse finally broke

A lot of people who know me know about the Arbogast family curse.

That curse somehow where you just knew whatever I wanted to have happen in a sporting event would not happen. That curse that ensured I would never pick VCU to win the NCAA Tournament because then of course it wouldn’t. That curse that kept me from covering a state championship team for eight long years. That curse that forced me to watch the Washington Capitals lose to the Pittsburgh Penguins in the second round of the playoffs over and over and over again as if I were on a horribly bad version of “Groundhog Day.” That curse that made sure I was a Detroit Lions fan no matter how many times they missed the postseason altogether. That curse that even got me the nickname “Black Widow.”