Everyone is right about the "no such luck" episode. It has been done to death. However, what i believe hasn't been done, what i am exploring is how i think the characters would each feel about things had they been done differently. Now here is Lynn Jr's part\


She wasn't wrong about Lincoln being bad luck, she couldn't be. Because if she was wrong about Lincoln that meant the she was not a winner, that she had lost due to lack of skill and that was something she could not accept. She'd always had a knack for sport, it was her thing, she didn't know why she loved her sports so, just that whenever she won, she felt good inside as others congratulated her, as her dad looked at her with such pride. But now, her team had not only lost, no that would be a mild term for the absolute thrashing they had taken. The game ended with the other team scoring 15 runs and hers only getting a measly 2.

How had it happened? it had to be Lincoln's fault didn't it? After all in the last game she had done all of her rituals, had worn her lucky jersey and cup, had prayed to the baseball gods. The only thing different had been Lincoln's attendance. But Lincoln hadn't been to this game, a fact she had checked before starting to play, just to make sure the little sneak didn't try to attend the game even after he was told he couldn't come. They had still lost, but she couldn't be wrong, she just couldn't be.

Lincoln had even shown everyone how much like bad luck he was by breaking Lori's clubs, proving even to Lisa that he was indeed bad luck. So she couldn't be wrong, could she? The van ride back to the house was silent without her father saying a word. She didn't bother to say anything back, after all, what could she say? That she was wondering if she had treated her brother like crap for nothing? That she was doubting her ability as an athlete and as a good big sister? She couldn't be wrong, she just couldn't be. But every time she tried to convince herself that of course she had done the right thing, the nagging voice in the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like Lincoln just wouldn't shut up about how he had tried to confess that he had made the whole bad luck thing up. But she just couldn't be wrong could she?

Then, when they unlocked the front door, she was surprised to see glass in the living room, as well as what looked to be a shard of a familiar looking trophy. Sadly as she turned on the light, it was confirmed by the one remaining shard that still had a letter on it, the letter "B". She felt something leak down her face as she stared at the spot in the trophy shelf where her brothers trophies were supposed to go, just now noticing the glass shard that had rained down on hers and her sisters trophies. She spotted a bat lying next to the trophy shelf and she didn't have to have Lisa's intellect to figure out what had happened.

Wiping her face, she noticed that the wetness she had felt were in fact, tears. But why? Lincoln had started the whole thing by causing her to lose her game hadn't he? Hadn't he also wrecked Lori's clubs? She just couldn't be wrong, could she?

No ready answers would come even as she trudged up the stairs, causing her to see the board running across Lincoln's room. Had they really locked him out? But she couldn't be wrong, he was bad luck, he couldn't be allowed to stay. She tossed for the rest of the night, she just couldn't be wrong, could she?