I got an orange candle, big thing in a glass jar, for Christmas the year before last. Been lighting it faithfully just before the start of each game, right before I take my ceremonial shot of Jack out of my hip flask, then not blowing the candle out until the game ended.
Halfway through the Florida game, I suspected that candle of being a jinx. Blew it out for the rest of the game. And we won.
So that puppy went into the trash can, pronto. Haven't seen it since, and don't miss it.
Sometimes, the problem is right under your nose, so to speak.