I know that not only is this no supported by statistic but is also something every fan of every team feels, still, why does it always seem that it's our guys who are facing the pitcher who just happens to be having "his best night of the season™"?
Seriously. It's the converse of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.
Yeah, it's like Schrödinger's cat except instead of a cat in the box it's a midget and instead of the midget maybe being dead maybe being alive when you open the box the midget is always alive and when you open the box he punches you right square in the nuts.
Ouch. Talk about an objective collapse.
Yeah, the environment observes me clutching my nuts in agony and yelling "Stupid fucking midget!"