Irony

Yes, its been nearly two months since the last post. Yes, we are sorry. Yes, our readership has dwindled to 1 (thanks Menstr8). Nevertheless, its time for a trip down irony lane.

Let's see ... two years ago, LWJ made an incredibly sick call re: The One, and proved prescient and prophetic in his analysis of the Democratic primary contest to come. The irony? His references to Rex Grossman were not misguided: the GOP nominated their own version.

Let's see ... just under a year ago, in a tiny apartment in Walker, Minnesota, under cover of a blizzard, under the influence of 99-calorie beer, and down to our last $850 allotted for the NCAA Men's Basketball tournament, I made the fateful decision to wager the rest of our bankroll on the Pitt Panthers. They lost. (Obama picked them too). But as only fate would have it, they have begun this season on a 15-0 run. Thankfully during this run, I have wagered on (zero) of their games and made back (zero) of the dollars I lost on them last march.

Let's see ... last summer, as blogged on this very site, LWJ, DH, and myself visited a racetrack in suburban Chicago. We utilized the shotgun approach to betting, and invariably bet most every combination imaginable in an attempt to cash a .10 superfecta ticket. All tickets met the trash bin, none were cashed. Flash forward to last weekend. LWJ visits a suburban Chicago racetrack. Without me. And cashed not one, but two superfectas.

Let's see ... The only title used twice for blog posts the whole of last year was ... Florida. (See here and here [edit: and also here]). Not only that, but the most significant reference to college football all fall when posting on this blog was the impressive nature of Mississippi winning at the "Swamp." So when I get to Las Vegas, and have the opportunity to wager on the SEC Championship game, who do I wager on? Not Florida. Surely, I would see the errors of my ways and pick Tebow's team in the Natty, right? Nope ... ouch.

Irony's a bitch.