I really hate playing the "what if" game, not just because it is rarely instructive or revealing, but also because it gives me a lot of anxiety on top of the already pretty substantial anxiety that I walk around with on a regular basis.
This is because I never play to win. All of my "what ifs" involve Terry Porter not finding his flag or Matt Sylvester missing a crucial three or Mike Thomas not having his big toe in-bounds against the Tide or me not having the guts to chat up my future wife or Kroger running out of tetanus shots before I moved that rebar.