Let’s say you bought tickets to your favorite band; let’s say that band is the greatest band of the 21st century: Creed. You look forward to seeing them all week, but on the day of the concert, you have a terrible day at work, and you feel like absolute dog crap. You crave nothing more than getting into your PJs and lying down while you watch Sex in the City,.... or Seinfeld, but you already shelled out 100 bucks to watch Scott Stapp and company rock out for an evening. So you spend an hour driving to the venue, spend 50 bucks on parking, 12 bucks per beer, and don’t get back home until after midnight.
You got to know when to fold em: Jose Abreu, Joey Loperfido and the sunk cost fallacy
