Might as well cancel my RedZone subscription. My survivor pool entry has been eliminated and my fantasy team is toast.* Thanks for the 10 weeks, NFL.
California Chrome did not win the 146th running of the Belmont Stakes on Saturday and therefore did not become the first Triple Crown winner since 1978. While my girlfriend Megan and I wanted to see history, his defeat is not what made the day a complete disaster. It was trying to leave the park that did.
In the time it took us to exit Belmont Park, a horse could have gone around the 1.5-mile track 54 times. Or it could have run across the streets of Queens, into Manhattan via the 59th Street Bridge, all the way to Penn Station (a destination for many travelers) and back twice…and then ran around the track eight times.
At the Super Bowl party I attended last Sunday, everyone was glued to the television for the coin toss. Would it be heads or tails? It was a question someone (OK, me) included on the prop bet contest distributed at the party. “It is heads,” the ref said, to the delight of everyone except my friend Griffin, the only tails backer.
When the broadcast went to commercial, Griffin’s dad asked me which team won the toss. I had no idea. “Does anyone know which team is getting the ball first?” he asked. Nobody did. “You’ve turned me into a degenerate gambler!” he said.
NFL commissioner Roger Goodell approves. He won’t admit it—in fact, he publicly expresses complete disapproval—but gambling is a big reason why his league is by far the most popular in America.
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