I’ve got to come clean here, now, in this space with all of you.
There’s going to be a portion of my readership that will likely look at me differently after this post, the portion of my readership that had hung their hopes on a certain dream… or maybe put a little cash down for a wager.
And the ONLY reason I’m going to tell you now is because of transparency, which is what I’ve promised always here, right? That I’d bare my heart and soul to you, and in return you exist and read my words typed on this blank page, my confessional.
This is so hard.
I hope you’ll forgive me. But if you can’t? I’ll understand. Some things are just too much to ask.
The truth is…
If you were going for the Colts to win the Super Bowl…
It’s all my fault they lost!
[unleash tortured anguish]
I’m so [sobbing hiccup] sorry!!!
[looking away in shame]
The truth is that every single football game I have ever watched has resulted in the team I root for having lost.
Every. Single. Game.
If there are any Saints fans out there?