I'm not much of a gambling man.
I wish I was sometimes. I live dangerously close to both Foxwoods and Mohegan Sun. I bet I could have one hell of a run if I let myself.
I generally go and play roulette once or twice a year. And I always bet on the Kentucky Derby. And that's it.
I get a feeling deep down in my gut. Intuition, instinct, whatever. Call it what you will. Usually when I get this feeling, I try to dumb it down and/or bury it with facts and figures. Most times I do not follow my gut. I should, because most of the time it is right.
I have that feeling right now about the New Orleans Saints.
The Saints are due.
Let's dumb it down a little and rationalize the feeling.
Sean Payton is brilliant.
Reggie Bush is due.
The Bucs are weak.
The Panthers are old.
The list goes on and on.
Either way, I am following my gut on this one. So, if I am right in early 2010, I will become a professional gambler.
It has become apparent to me that I am never going to be a serious sports writer. So I might as well find another career path that is filled with enough dereliction and debauchery to make me feel like I am still surrounded by sports writers.
Crowded, nasty field.
I was once told by a very successful writer who I respected very much that there is nothing in life lower and more depraved than a sports writer. He spent much of his life being one.
I had never seen it first hand until I spent a month on B/R.
I know now that he was right.
This is the Saints year. And when you realize that I am right, come by, have a drink with me.
I'll be at a Roulette table in Connecticut.