I might have a gambling problem.

I’ve Been Thinking…

I might have a gambling problem.
Not a bad one—just the kind you can fit inside a spreadsheet.

Every Broncos game, every Thunder matchup, there I am tossing five or ten bucks on an eight-leg parlay that has the same odds as winning custody of a cloud.

And I know it’s ridiculous.
But it’s my ridiculous.

See, I’ve got guardrails.
I only spend a set amount each month.
I even said “X amount” out loud just now because I’m not emotionally ready for the internet to know the real number.

But the point is: I’ve got rules.
I treat my addiction like a subscription service.

And that’s the funny part, right?
We all have our bets.

Some people buy scratch-offs.
Some people date optimists.
I just gamble on the Thunder covering the spread.

Because deep down, it’s not about winning—
it’s about believing in something improbable for three and a half quarters.

Stay curious. Stay human. And always, be kind.