I’m having fun during March Madness, but my wallet isn’t.
This will mark the first time in over a decade that I won’t make a single penny in a March Madness pool. That’s correct. I’ve been mathematically eliminated from making money from every pool I’m in.
I had a good run. I played fast and loose, cashed in big, made my money, and blew it all on my vices, but it’s come to a quick end.
No streak lasts forever, and it’s almost poetic that my gambling streak ends the same year Wisconsin’s March Madness run ends. I guess it’s proof that God really does exist.
I have spent my winnings every other year like any good man does. I buy a bunch of booze, guns, ammo and throw the party of a lifetime. I could bank on making March Madness just as much as I can bank on getting shut down by women at a bar. They’re the two most sure things in my life.
Now, I’m living in limbo. Will I ever get my gambling talent back? Will I ever dominate again? These are the questions I now find myself asking. We currently sit in darkness with an uncertain future. Maybe I’ll bounce back or maybe I won’t. Stay tuned to find out!