I sit on my sofa, alone on a Saturday night. I’ve waited for you to be played in my area all night and now I’m finally watching you…wishing you were real. Wishing this pitter patter in my heart was caused by a game that actually mattered and not a $60 excuse for people to eat hotdogs and drink Coors Light. (Yum. Sad face.) trends and statistics about gambling sites
Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say… “But I need to evaluate the players! I need to see who I’m going to cut!” I don’t care, okay?! I just want it to be real. I just want it to be real.
I stare glassy eyed at the NFL Network Preseason Game Mix. Wow. How can there be so much of you at once. It’s horrifying and breathtaking at the same damn time. Rich Eisen leads me into a game that according to him could be a playoff match up and my stomach drops. Because…it’s not. virtual blackjack rigged
How can you do this to me?! You show up on my screen with your pregame show and your player analysis. You try to get me all worked up and interested in some player that you know you’re gonna cut next week. You have the band go into the fight song after a touchdown to make me think these points actually mean something. You’re stupid. Why don’t you just play your games in private and let me know when you’re ready to take things seriously! usa casino no download