I just gave away the tuxedo I bought in 2004. I hadn’t worn it since 2013, so it felt like time to let it go to a better home. Over the years I used it several times a year for black‑tie award ceremonies at the museum where I worked. But its best use came in 2007, when I became the mascot for two weeks during the longest championship run for the girls basketball team in Lancaster Country Day School (LCDS) history.
Why was a 54‑year‑old dad the team mascot? Because I showed up to the first round of the championship wearing a tuxedo. I had planned to go straight to a black‑tie awards event in Philadelphia after the game, so I went to the gym dressed for the evening. The team—my two daughters included, both guards (Lauren a senior, Lisa a sophomore)—won that first round. As soon as the game ended, the whole squad ran up and insisted I wear the tuxedo to the next round because I was “good luck.”
From that moment on, the tux became my game uniform. LCDS won the next three rounds and became district champions, earning a trip to the state tournament. We traveled to central Pennsylvania to play Mansfield—a perennial powerhouse from a school with graduating classes of over 250, compared with LCDS’s 40. Whatever luck the tuxedo had ran out on Mansfield; the final was a rout. Still, making it to states was a victory in itself.
Maybe my tux will bring someone else luck someday. For me, it will always be the suit that cheered my daughters on during their team's greatest season.
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