A few years ago we had a fencer with an interesting habit. Before every bout she performed the same routine: adjusted the mask three times, tapped the guard twice with her left index finger, took four steps back, then advanced to the en garde line. She'd been doing this exact ritual for two years. When I asked about it, she shrugged: "It just feels right. When I don't do it, I feel... off." Welcome to the world of competitive superstitions, where lucky socks can feel as important as proper...
















