For the second straight week I had to make my picks in the morning and rush off to a wedding while my television sat alone in the dark, longing, yearning, pining to be watched, wishing someone would smoothly and gently press their buttons as they felt the warm embrace of company. (That got weird, fast)
PEOPLE LISTEN UP: I am unsure of the audience to which I am writing, but to all my unmarried degenerate gambling friends, I have one piece of advice: DO NOT HAVE A WEDDING IN THE FALL.
Just don’t do it. Save yourself the misery and save your friends from resenting you the rest of your life.