It has to start somewhere

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.

Give the gift of words.