Two week ago it was, “are you getting in on the Super Bowl pool?”
Last week it was, “are you getting in on the Power Ball?”
The answers to both questions were a resounding “no.”
You see, I’m not a lucky person. I shouldn’t say that, so let me rephrase it. When it comes to winning anything, I’m not a lucky person.
I bought plenty church bazaar tickets over the years. I never won.
I’ve gotten those scratch off tickets from people as gifts. I never won.
I stopped entering the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes, because you guessed it… I never won.
I often joke that I could sit at a whorehouse for a week and not get lucky.
Some people do have the gift of luck, but not me.
My brother Mark plays the daily number every day. He’s been doing it for years, but I’ve never heard of him hitting any jackpot. My one friend was a casino junkie who dropped plenty and had some big wins. Until his luck changed.
I used to work with a guy by the name of Ed Wallison. Like my brother, Ed would play the number every day and would track the number that was drawn every night in a tattered notebook. One day I walked into the studio to begin my shift and Ed was there going through his notebook.
“I’m looking to find the pattern Scotty,” he said.
“Do you think there is one Ed,” I asked.
“There has to be, look at this,” he said as he pointed to one page where he listed the number of times a certain combination came up.
“Did you play those numbers?”
He mumbled something under his breath which immediately told me the answer was “no.”
Ed died. Not as a lottery winner, but as someone still looking for the pattern.