This football season has been bananas. It is only week 4 and I’m looking at a loser pool. There are so many people out of my suicide pool that he set up a 2nd chance pool, which he NEVER does. In my other pool, Bibi and I were texting and talking all day last Sunday about how horrible we were doing, and we came in 2nd place. It’s been impossible to predict – and the whole replacement ref thing is another layer of insanity. But even though it has cost me money and a tiny bit of pride, I kind of like a world where New England loses and St Louis wins occasionally. I like a little unpredictability and a little drama, and really my contribution to the gambling is pretty minimal – I mean, there’s a very low chance of someone sending out Fat Tony to collect on my debt. So, a little fun and a lively conversation topic is a good thing. On the bright side, I am being let in secretly to a secret little secretive boys office pool that is a secret. I’m scoring it as a W in my quest to assimilate to a new job.