My misery slides down my beer, a single bead of sweat forming on the ambivalent glass ready to grow, ready to drop into the void, ready to disappear forever like me. Lately I've been in a rut, sitting around, drinking to chase away pain, shooting down daydreams to eat away at time instead of waiting for time to eat away at me. But then I wake up and it all kicks me in the groin. 'Today's the day, Today's the day I change my fate.' I thought to myself. I was not going to be beat. I was not going to be denied. I was going to take my shot and make it count.
Not this time. This time I simply refused to be beat. This time I reasoned with myself and formulated a plan. This time I wouldn't be stopped. This time I walked things through in my head. This time I assembled and assessed every detail and every nuance of my thoughts until the contingencies upon contingencies drove me mad and I raced to the edge of a high rise and got ready to jump-- and then I talked myself down and bought myself a drink, and then I raided my bank account when I wasn't looking. I'm stupid that way. But I was bound and determined to do it.
But this time I had the answer, the key to it all, I was concrete in my resolve. I'd found the path. I'm ready to make my decision and stick with it forever. Maybe I should double check before I bet my entire life's savings on this one game, but how could I fail, how could I fail. My wife read my horoscope and said be wary, my luck was about to turn one-hundred and eighty degrees, so it had to get better right. My wife said I should be sure before I bet our life savings on this one series, this one sporting event but it was such a lock. There was no way I could fail. Not even me. After I bet the twenty thousand dollars and won nearly twenty back our house would be paid off and we would be on easy street. No more money struggles. No more great scares. I could retire early and live the good life. My wife wouldn't have to work anymore. Life would be so easy that we wouldn't even have anything to fight about, but still she had to nag and push and complain. 'Call Susan Miller before you do this.' She insisted. Susan Miller was almost always right. What did Susan Miller know about sports? So my wife called and got a reading and Susan Miller said don't take any chances right now. Well, I'm not. What does Susan Miller know about baseball? The Tigers are gonna' kill the Cardinals. The Cards only won 83 games this year. I clear my throat and speak into the phone.
"Put it all on the Tigers to become World Champions in 2006!