Peer pressure strikes again. If you felt reality shift around you this morning, it may be my fault. You see, for the first time in my adult life I have gambled away some of my hard earned money. A group of my coworkers did what three days in Sin City could not, they convinced me to put some money where the odd’s aren’t. I put some money towards Florida’s voluntary tax, a.k.a.: “The Florida Lottery.”
Boy do I feel silly.
The next thing you know, I’ll be on a show on ESPN2 that comes on after 3 a.m. It’ll be a reality show about a group of gambling neophytes who get schooled at poker by smug “Pro’s.” I’ll get my ass handed to me by a guy with a toupee and an un-tucked, suspended Oxford twisting in the breeze.
Yeah, that’s just how it will happen.