My Roommate is the luckiest SOB......

Let me just begin by saying:  College Football is some serious bullshit.  Every week, I play in a $5 pick'em.  I've probably been gambling on sports since I was a freshman in college... mostly with only minimal success.  Nonetheless, I understand how the bets work, how lines are calculated, and how Vegas makes it's duckets. In our Pick'em, I play against my roommate and her boyfriend.  

Three weeks ago, Sarah won the pot..a modest $70.. and I considered it simply beginners luck.  I remember marinating on the couch, as I usually do on Saturdays...watching whatever game was on the tube and explaining to her how the lines worked - how to read favorites and what it means to "lay points."  I'm still not sure today if she even understands what we were talking about.

Last week, Sarah won again.  Actually, her and I tied.  We both picked 11/15 games correctly but she beat me on the tie-breaker - the composite sum of three games total points.  I had a victory in my grasp - yet it slipped away in an instant.  I took my loss like a good sport, congratulating her on her second win in consecutive weeks, and vowed to decimate my competition this week.

Fast forward to yesterday.  My games fell apart early - Thank you Arkansas, Baylor, and countless others...  Sarah, miraculously, won for a third straight week!  UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE.  Her celebration dance is morning resembled something between the Icky-Shuffle and something T.O. would create. I find it hard to believe she can have this much dumb luck - but I can find no reasonable conclusion beside maybe she knows what she's doing.

I think I'm going to pick next week based on my favorite mascot match-ups...imagine a veritable mascot-on-mascot death match. The winner will be my choice for the week.  I will post my picks on this tirade for all to critique.  For now, I'm going to wallow in the self-pity of the Modelo Especial's in my fridge which were left from a previous football party and hope my New Orleans Saints put it to Miami.