Today I had the urge to get a haircut, but opted not to because the Giants are playing in the Super Bowl.

To a non-sports fan (and perhaps to the more rational among us), that logic seems crazy.  After all, there’s nothing about the length of my hair that will in any way affect how my favorite team plays on Sunday.  But for those who won’t shift positions in their seat during crunch time of a game for fear of throwing off whatever is working for their team, the ones who cross their fingers and make wear ridiculous-looking rally caps, there’s something to it.

I last got a haircut on December 13.  Five days later the Giants lost to the Redskins in a listless performance that represented a low point of their season.  It seemed unlikely they would make the playoffs.  They haven’t lost since, winning their final two regular season games and three straight in the playoffs.

Analysts would probably credit things like having some of their injured defensive players return to the lineup, or the continued maturation of an inexperienced receiving corps.  But there’s no way I would forgive myself if I visited the fine folks at Hair Cuttery and then watched the Giants lose to the Patriots.

The hair can wait until Monday.