So, I may or may not have an annual "Big Game" bet with a friend of mine.  If I did, it would be a friendly wager of fifty bucks, so nothing life changing.  Still, yesterday was a great reminder that there are no sure things.

I'm not much of a gambler.  In fact, I'd say that I've gambled less than 20 bucks away in this town, but for those with a problem, this must be a tough place to live.  There is apparently no shortage of people who enjoy feeding the thousands of machines in Billings, keeping the casinos thriving.  Personally, I just don't get it.  I get no satisfaction out of playing machines.  I need the satisfaction of seeing disappointment and defeat in the eyes of another human.

So, to all those people who spend their time watching their paychecks disappear while sitting in a dark room filled with beeps and blinking lights, good luck.  If Blackjack ever comes to town, we might get to know each other a little better.

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