It’s Saturday. College football day. I just saw a QB throw an interception and had a revelation: What a metaphor for my gambling habits. After the interception, the QB walked off the field, defeated, angry at himself, cursing at himself, embarrassed, ashamed, boy what he would do to have that play back. That’s me after I lose at the casino. I would kill for a do-over. But there are no do-overs in life. The commentators were talking about how coaches remind their QB’s after an interception to have a short memory, to forget that interception, it happened now get over it, go play football. It’s good advice. I continue to beat myself up for days, even weeks, after a gambling binge. But what’s done is done. I’ve been in denial for some time now. I thought I was in control. I thought I could stop anytime I wanted. I thought I could go with a limit on betting. But I can’t. I’ve got a problem and I realize that now. I’m going to get my life back. The interception happened. It’s over. Now go play football. I’m in denial no longer. I have a problem but I CAN fix it. Thanks for listening.