Notice to the world: Do not, I repeat DO NOT, ask me to watch NFL football in a public place.
I have no interest in making small talk when my mortgage payment might be at stake. And since another losing wager probably means the humiliation of taking out a cash advance on my last credit card, I’m not really interested in hearing your personal problems.
Have a nice day and leave me the fuck alone!
But some people can’t resist what’s a natural temptation. Because my company is cherished by so many, I receive far more invitations to football watching parties that I can possibly accept. Sort of like being George Clooney. Inevitably, those who invite me end up disappointed and emotionally crushed. Sorry, but football watching isn’t mindless entertainment. It’s more like a financial lobotomy (especially true, if you’ve been following my plays).
However, over the last 11 years I’ve made one notable exception. I join some of my (few remaining) friends at Monday Night Football viewing gatherings here in Las Vegas.Read More