I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.
I love football. Especially pro football. Why? One word: gambling! And I’m not alone. Betting on football is officially a cultural phenomenon, and it’s undoubtedly the reason why the NFL is our new national pastime. Sure the games and drama are great, but NOTHING, and I do mean nothing, says lovin’ like meaningless touchdowns late to cover the spread!
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. When your team recovers a fumble on the 2 yard line with 1:30 remaining and they only need one lousy point to cover the spread, it doesn’t sit too well when the coach decides to take a knee. This would be the appropriate time to stand up and cuss out the TV.
Anyway, why the hell am I talking about all this? Every year, I enter a fantasy football pool where a few of us pick games against the spread, and at the end of the season, somebody takes home a fairly decent paycheck. The past 6 years, I’ve finished in the top 3, and last year, I was the runaway champ. This season, however, has been different, primarily because I have SUCKED. Starting new websites, moving into a new house, and life in general are crushing my desire to study the league like I have in years past, so at least there’s a reason for the suckage.