I had a feeling my ego-stroking discharge on gambling would bite me in the ass and it did in the form of a Seahawk. I should have known better than to bet on an NFL team with a lowly bird as its mascot. A mascot whose sole purpose in life is presumably to hang out by the sea, crap on the heads of unsuspecting tourists and then turn in a disgraceful performance against a St. Louis team that couldn't even muster a winning record during the regular season. BUT, St. Louis has a ram for a mascot and therefore merely sneered at the Seahawks and their multiple dropped passes before winning by 7 points.
Oh, well. If you're going to gamble you better be prepared to lose, although for any type of successful gambling you have to win 2 out of every 3 bets (according to Hunter S. Thompson).
I quickly forgot about the disgraceful performance of the Seahawks, however, once we discovered that our script was finally finished. A year-long odyssey had ended, although for the type of comedy we wrote it should have taken around 4 months without diversions such as work, college football, Europe, work, scotch, barbecue, and work.
Anyway, the deed has been done and the fat is in the fire. The only question now is where do we go from here?
- BDS
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