A half-dozen or so years ago I bought a $1 scratch ticket on a whim, won $2, and immediately announced my retirement from the lottery life. Not many get out of the game ahead, I figured. I think I spent the jackpot on a Nutty Bar.
I’ve stuck to the vow, too, though when Powerball reaches nine figures I’m occasionally tempted to play the numbers of the ’86 Celtics starting five (minus Robert Parish, since you can’t play double zero – I looked it up) plus Bill Walton and Scott Wedman. That cannot be an original thought around here.