Streaks don’t work well with human nature. It must be something in our DNA. We say streaks are meant to be broken, and we treat them that way.
The narrative about any streak—in sports or otherwise—is always the same. It starts out as a nice storyline, then pressure mounts and people watch in awe as the number climbs and climbs until it inevitably ends.
This seems rational to us. Something in our minds tells us that any impressive streak is about to end, even as we’re immersed in it. At some point, we cease living in the moment and realize what’s happening, and that’s when streaks are broken.