No matter how pure my intentions are, I somehow always manage to make the wrong decision.
The energy in the cave was completely dead.
Everyone sat there, quiet as mice, afraid to move or speak.
The tension was suffocating.
I wasnt worried about my A&M bet.
It wasnt like I had life-changing money on the game.
I just wanted to shift the vibes.
See, Tate and Spider had been going at it all night.
So, in an act of pure betrayal, he outed me to Dave.
Dave immediately turned to me.
“Are you on A&M?”
In that moment, I panicked.
If I told the truth, I was dead.
Dave would rip me to shreds.
But if I liedjust maybeI could get out of it.
So, I did what any scumbag would do.
Of course, that didnt work.
The second Dave asked to see my DraftKings account, I knew it was over.
There was no way out.
Congrats, you caught me.
They stormed back, flipped the script, and punched their ticket to the Sweet 16.
So yeah, Im taking credit for the win.
Without that spark, the vibes wouldve stayed dead, and Michigan wouldve folded.
Did I lie to my boss to get some energy going for the boys?
Did that lie ultimately propel Michigan into the Sweet 16?
And if you ask me, thats a trade Dave would take seven days a week.
