mental-health
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LISTEN UP, PEOPLE! Last week I HANDED YOU GUARANTEED MONEY with the Bills, the Bengals 4th-quarter comeback against the Jaguars, the Ravens, the Lions’ 31-point bloodbath over Chicago, the Cardinals, and the Chargers’ Monday night masterpiece! The week before? I gave you the Eagles who soared over Dallas, the Commanders who bulldozed the Giants, Denver’s
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WEEK ONE IN THE NFL IS OFFICIALLY HISTORY, FOLKS! If you followed my picks, you’re probably BATHING IN CASH right now! All FIVE of my recommended teams delivered the goods—though the Eagles, Bengals, and Vikings nearly gave me THREE SEPARATE HEART ATTACKS before pulling through. The Broncos and Commanders rounded out my PERFECT 5-0 SWEEP!
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The war drums of the NFL are pounding again, and I’m locked and loaded for my annual assault on the sportsbooks. If you’ve ridden with me these past seasons, you know I leave Vegas bookmakers sweating bullets and reaching for their antacids. My picks haven’t just “generated income”—they’ve ripped open the coffers week after bloody
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Today, we talked to our one daughter and grandchildren who live in Minneapolis three different times. Every August, as yellow buses rumble back onto suburban streets, I post my outrage, then scroll to the next distraction. I own stock in companies that manufacture the very weapons I condemn. I vote for perfectly coiffed politicians who
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I just can’t wrap my head around why folks dodge taking risks even when the odds are practically winking at them. Picture this: If they think a team has a 60% chance to win, they’re also aware of that pesky 40% chance of losing. Yet, it’s like the idea of losing throws them into a
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In part one, I concluded by proposing that a key to success lies in mastering the harsh game of probability and taking risks. Essentially, this means gambling. This idea is fundamental and worth deep reflection. For instance, Webster’s dictionary defines risk-taking as: Engaging in an action that involves danger or risk to accomplish a goal.
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I have made the decision to return to writing daily. Why, you ask? Because I’m uncertain how much longer I have the luxury of doing so. At the ripe age of 73, while in admirable health and among the few septuagenarians who remain blissfully free of prescription medications, I find myself pondering the passage of
Old Man Pondering 