Monday Night Football
What is it about Football that turns people into raving lunatics? All that shouting at the TV screen, calling players by their first names like you know them personally. High fives and hot wings. And how do you pick a team anyways? Is it strictly geographical? Or maybe you like the team Daddy likes. When I think about how much money is spent on the NFL and the size of some of these players' salaries it just makes me sick. I saw an interview with one of the Bronco's after the game and he had on this stupid white fur hat and enormous diamond earrings. Maybe I'm just jealous or hate it because I was never big enough to play. Who knows, not me. I don't understand it AT ALL. Oh yeah, I also hate basketball and baseball.
Last night at work the Brewery was featuring the Broncos-Raiders game. Ordinarily, the Brewery is packed on a Bronco's night so I was hoping to make some serious cash.Dream on. I had a total of 6 tables all night and ended up making about $40. Crap crap crap. To make matters worse I've developed a bit of a billiards gambling problem. I only ever gamble against my boss, Tyler. $5 a game, sometimes $10. Typically Tyler will beat me 70% of the time, but for about 3 weeks I was kicking his ass night after night. It may have had something to do with a sinus infection he had and all the antibiotics he was taking, because now I'm lucky to be leaving with my shirt. Last night's games took my $40 down to $22. Damn damn damn. I guess he was feeling generous or cocky because the last game he bet a sawbuck against my nill. I ended up beating him but didn't take the money. It's an inglorious victory when I don't put any of my own money up.
On a brighter note I hope to go out for Sushi tonight with my friend, Emily. I've been craving raw fish for a while and need a fix. Inland seafood be damned.
Last night at work the Brewery was featuring the Broncos-Raiders game. Ordinarily, the Brewery is packed on a Bronco's night so I was hoping to make some serious cash.Dream on. I had a total of 6 tables all night and ended up making about $40. Crap crap crap. To make matters worse I've developed a bit of a billiards gambling problem. I only ever gamble against my boss, Tyler. $5 a game, sometimes $10. Typically Tyler will beat me 70% of the time, but for about 3 weeks I was kicking his ass night after night. It may have had something to do with a sinus infection he had and all the antibiotics he was taking, because now I'm lucky to be leaving with my shirt. Last night's games took my $40 down to $22. Damn damn damn. I guess he was feeling generous or cocky because the last game he bet a sawbuck against my nill. I ended up beating him but didn't take the money. It's an inglorious victory when I don't put any of my own money up.
On a brighter note I hope to go out for Sushi tonight with my friend, Emily. I've been craving raw fish for a while and need a fix. Inland seafood be damned.