Tonight was a rough night for Atlantans. The Falcons, rated tops in their division during the regular season, just had their collective arses handed to them by the Green Bay Packers. I feared this happening, as the Packers have been hot lately, and they have a quarterback who throws a football more quickly and consistently than the sun throws a shadow off a skyscraper. Still, you want to believe that the dream will continue. At some point we all have to wake up and go to work, though. For the Falcons, that awakening happens tomorrow morning, off season be damned, if they are smart.
I don't know that I have a point in all this, but if I did, it would be that I am a terrible gambler. You see, I play money leagues in fantasy football, and I almost always get hot too late to claim any of the winnings. Gambling in general, though appealing, doesn't seem to work for me. I even buy a lottery ticket each week on behalf of my co-workers at the restaurant, and every week, we each throw another dollar down the drain. I do not know why, but like everyone else, I believe that at some point, there is the possibility that I might reel in a couple hundred thousand. It's entirely possible. Just not likely. The gulf between likely and possible is wide enough that I find a myriad of rationalizations as to why I should or shouldn't continue trying, depending on my mood. In the end, I suppose you do what you enjoy. With football, I like to watch, to play, to drop some cash into my interest. If I win something back, great. If not, I still enjoyed it. That is probably the best place to stop analyzing. At least it beats feeding nickels into a slot machine.
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