The thing I love about sports is the emotion it brings to a world where true passion is such a scarce commodity. In a society where personal, political and religious beliefs are muzzled for fear of offending, sports remains one of our last legitimate outlets. It allows us to scream and cheer and wear our bias on our sleeves like medals of honor earned in combat. Here we can state our case, argue the obvious and steadfastly defend indefensible positions without fear or remorse. Luck is a fact, but it should not be a factor.
Good luck is what is leftover after intelligence and efforts have combined at their best.
Negligence or indifference or inattention are usually reviewed from an unlucky seat. The law of cause and effect and causality both work the same with inexorable exactitudes. Casey once went to the mound to pull his pitcher. Yogi once tried to calm a writer who was incensed over the price of a diner breakfast he'd just eaten. And if you do it ain't worth it.