I Believe in Magic

My very cool BIL has run a family football pool for 20 years. He has yet to win. I don't remember when LOML and I finally joined in, but I have a secret to tell ya'll: I know jack shit about football. Frankly I think it's a dreadful sport. I hate to even watch it. But I will join in the family football pool. LOML and I have made a respectable showing of it too.

How do we do so well at betting on a sport I can't stand? LOML checks out the sports analyses, meditates on individual teams' stats, pays careful attention to whatever details he gleans and makes careful choices.

Me? Easy, I look at the pick sheet, and click away at whatever tickles my fancy. Sometimes I try to make a pleasant pattern. Other times, using my vastly lacking knowldge of football, I pick local teams. Like BC.

Oh sure, scoff at me, BC is Boston College. BUT! The year I first picked BC, I thought it stood for British Columbia. I thought, how sweet, a Canadian team just out my back door. They were the underdog team and had no hope in heaven or hell to win. I picked them, they won and I looked like a Golden Child!

Then my secret came out. My Hip City BIL laughed his yeehawland ass off at that. But I remain true to my BC. I pick them every year no matter what. Sometimes I demand that they be added to the pool, just so I can pick them.

Using this SWAG (Scientific Wild Ass Guessing), except for me it would be WAG, I am yet again in the thick of the leads. Take that!