You know how when it's late in the game, and it's all tense, you have to stand up? Well, there are certain places in our living room where you just shouldn't stand. The above diagram gives a sense of where the luck lies in the room. Too bad that really perfect spot is un-stand-in-able now. The "moat" is the area that's just a little too close to the bad luck area. That area below is okay if you can fit there, and lean your head left around the bad zone, but I wouldn't chance it. At bottom right, as you can see, is another great vantage point, but the black haze of the terrible zone is right between your eyes and the TV. Terrible. So there's pretty much the one area, although being in the chair or on the couch is fine. But I need to stand in certain situations.

Then there's the whole "one strike away" stand and clap. I'm okay standing right by the couch (out of frame, below pic) for this if the game isn't exciting. Oh, during all of this, my girlfriend is either just on the couch, or has left the room because she can't stand the pressure, or has gone to bed since these games go pretty late for people who aren't night-owls like me. But, yeah, I enforce a "both feet on floor" rule when we're one strike away. If my girlfriend won't stand, I'll "connect" her legs to the floor by touching one of them with my legs (I need my hands to clap.) At my parents' house, my dad not only stands, but, since they live near the beach, implores all the creatures of the sea to stand, or, if they don't have legs, to position themselves in a vertical position, as such:


Oh, and just so you know, I've been like this my whole life. This isn't like, I just started following the Red Sox in '03 and I get all fake-nervous about games. I actually feel this stuff inside me, like you might feel Jesus or whoever inside you. I think this is where the term "live and die with a team" comes from.

But I don't believe in curses, or anything else that came from someone else's brain instead of mine. And to answer your question: Over the foul line with my left foot going onto the field, on the line with my right going off. (Also applies to stepping on and off sidewalks.)