Not a Betting Man...

"He gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards
He had a reputation as the gamblin'est man around
Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town"
--Rambling Gambling Willie, Bob Dylan

I'm not one to wager all that often, but in hindsight, here are a few bets I should have taken this week:

- That I would watch less than a quarter--total--of the NBA Finals. Of course, you're probably not allowed to bet on things you control (ahem, Pete Rose), but I don't think I even came close. Didn't catch a single second of last night's debacle, watched a few minutes of the fourth quarter Tuesday and nothing Sunday. Not only do these teams play unattractive basketball, but the games haven't even been competitive. Four games in a row decided by more than 15 points? That's never happened. Ric Bucher said on the radio last night that he couldn't remember a worse performance in a playoff game by one team, EVER. The Spurs, who were supposed to be one of the great teams of all time like a week ago, now can't even stay within 30 of a Pistons team that can't go more than seven deep? Just start the lockout now...

- That Evander Holyfield would be off that ridiculous Dancing Stars show within three episodes, parlayed with a guarantee that America still wouldn't have figured out that this is not good television. Evidently it's been winning its slot easily, which makes zero sense to me. Of course, I work on a show that decided to make Tom Arnold a talk show host, so who am I to question the quality of TV...

- Every NL West team to lose every single game (the teams are a combined 18-32 in their last ten games). Wow is this a bad division right now. The Pads are still in first place, but only because the Dodgers and D-Backs manage to lose all their games too. The Royals and Tigers just swept the Dodgers and Padres, respectively, this week. That should never, ever happen...

- The over on the number of times the word "bubble" would be uttered at LCHS graduation. I set it at 6 and I believe we hit 8 or 9 (and yes, this is definitely my last LCHS graduation until cousin Will commences, and then no more forever--when you work with kids for a few years, those kids all grow up and graduate, and the ones I spent the most time with are finally done. And so am I.)

- That the next female intern we'd hire would not possibly measure up to the previous four (see yesterday's). No offense to this girl (haven't gotten her name yet), but the bar was just set too high...

It's a short one today...looking forward to actually (hopefully) getting some sleep tonight (a combined seven hours the last two nights), a nice single-header of baseball tomorrow (we get to watch Dontrelle pitch against the Angels, likely the viewing highlight of the season thus far) and a double-day of hoops on Sunday (Brentwood at 1, rec league at 7)...