THE DEATH-KISS OF DAVID WRIGHT This morning, at 5:00 a.m., I was shaken awake by a telephone that would not stop ringing. I, finally, was able to pick it up and say, “Hello,” in a groggy, throaty tone. To my surprise, it was Marty Schottenheimer calling. David Wright’s reputation is nationwide in that everyone connected with any football program anywhere knows that if David Wright is pulling for your team and thinks you are going to win, you have received a kiss of death from David. The day before the game, Schottenheimer received an email that said that David Wright had predicted that the San Diego Chargers would win the Super Bowl, and he was pulling for them. He hoped to keep the information away from the team, but, alas, at the team meeting before they went on the field, there was a dark cloud hovering in the locker room. He asked the members of the team what was wrong, and they said they had information that David Wright had predicted they would win the Super Bowl, and he was pulling for the Chargers. Schottenheimer, vigorously, denied the rumor in hope of lifting his team’s spirit, but it was to no avail, and they fumbled four times, had two interceptions, and committed a personal foul that led them to defeat. You are probably wondering why Schottenheimer called me at 5:00 a.m. The simple truth is that he wanted to know David’s full name, his address, and the names of his children. Being a good friend, and being afraid of the consequences of admitting that I knew David Wright, I told him that I had never heard of that person. I hope he believed me because he sounded psychotic on the telephone. Respectfully submitted, Donald M. Heavrin, Your Servant of Truth Back To Menu