Someone's dog will likely win. |
Despite the odds, I’m more likely to buy a Powerball lottery
ticket than a square in this weekend's Superbowl office pool.
What usually happens is that I’ll receive the numbers 5 and 8—essentially
assuring myself of not winning a dime. Should
my numbers actually come up, I’m led into a false sense of security that I’ll
be $500 richer provided the score remains the same with 36 seconds remaining in
the second quarter. What ends up
happening, of course, is that some kicker with a name such as Gramǟtica
will nail a 72-yard field goal as time expires.
That $500 prize instead will go to someone named Alice from accounting who
isn’t even watching the game—Alice is happily tuned into the Puppy Bowl on
Animal Planet.
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