It's not really a superstition...but more of a tradition, but my dad and I always used to listed to Wild and Blue by John Anderson. It all started in 1982 after my dad killed his "buck of a lifetime". When we got back to the truck that song was playing on the radio. We sang it all the way back to Barnsdall. We bought a cassette and used to pop it in the player on our first trip to the field every year. My father is no longer with us, but I put it on a CD and now my 15 year old son and I do the same thing every year.