Rabbit Rabbit

When I was a young lad, I used to watch Nickelodeon all  the time. That goes without saying, really; anybody whose childhood took place in the 90s watched Nickelodeon all the time.

Anyway, I remember that whenever a program returned from commercial break, Nickelodeon had a quick bit where they would share a quick factoid with us. I suppose it was meant to be educational. Anyway, I was about 8 or 9 years old, and I remember that one time the factoid said, “If you say ‘rabbit rabbit’ as your first words of a new month, you will have good luck throughout the entire month.”

I never forgot that. You can even look it up on google — it’s a real thing. And I always tried to remember say it in the beginning of a month, but I never did.

So ever since then, for about 12 years, not a month went by without me realizing that I forgot to utter “rabbit rabbit” as my first words.

Since I had always forgotten it, I figured that when I did remember to say it, that it would actually work. And that only amazing things would happen to me during that month. And yet, I still always forgot.

Until about two years ago. At the end of 2009, I actually remembered to say it. It was the last day of the month, and it was about five minutes to midnight, and I realized that I had the opportunity to say it. I waited until midnight… and I did it.

And then I had arguably the worst month of my life. Not kidding.

I bring this up because today is the last day of March, and that is why I thought of it. I guess the point I’m trying to make is not to ever be too superstitious. And certainly don’t ever think that you can rely on luck alone to get you through rough times.

But hey, the new month starts in about five hours, so if you want to give it a shot… go ahead.

Although… I just looked up “rabbit rabbit” on Wikipedia, and apparently you’re supposed to say it the morning you wake up on the first of a new month. Since I did at midnight before I went to bed on a new month, perhaps it had the opposite effect and brought me bad luck.


Anyway, today is a special day. The opening day of the 2011 baseball season. I have been a die-hard Mets fan as long as I can remember, so this day has always been big for me. The Mets don’t play their opening game until tomorrow, though. I will be watching it in the city with fellow Mets fans, and I will be getting intoxicated while doing so. It is going to be pretty awesome.

The Mets most likely will not make the playoffs this year, but I still intend to watch pretty much every game. It’s just what I do.

Most people think baseball is very slow and boring. I think the opposite. Instead of slow, I prefer the word subtle. Or intricate. There’s a certain art to the game that very few can appreciate. Also, it’s America’s pastime, so shut the fuck up.

Well, I’m excited at least. I’m just excited for the weekend in general. I hope everyone has a good one, I hope the Mets win tomorrow, and I hope I don’t have to say “rabbit rabbit” for it to happen.

2 thoughts on “Rabbit Rabbit

  1. I remember those factoids! It was always something silly. Rabbit Rabbit is the only one I remember though. On a related note, do you remember Weinerville? I remember loving that show, but looking back, it looks incredibly weird. What an awesome decade. Nick Arcade will always hold a special place in my nostalgic heart,

  2. ha of course I remember Weinerville! Was never really a huge fan though. Personally, my favorite show was Hey Arnold! But I also loved Doug, Are You Afraid of the Dark, Rocko’s Modern Life, Pete and Pete…. and so much more. Man, those were the days…

    oh and don’t forgot Wild and Crazy Kids! Classic.

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