Nick Wright

a game that basically you would have to have a quarter of a million dollars to play and to feel comfortable.

And I had folks, once they saw who the lineup was, offer that exact thing to buy pieces of my action, you know, to stake me.

So I put up 50, they put up 200, and then the split goes 80-20 their way.

I don't like doing that because I don't feel like I play cards

If I feel accountable to someone else, I don't think I play my best.

I feel like I don't make a move that I think is a smart move because if I'm wrong and it looks bad, will the person think I dusted off their money?

So I really only play with my own money, and I really wish that wasn't the case last week.

I wish it was all Dan's money.

That would have been sick.

Not my problem anymore.

This guy's trying to bet white Corvettes for a Lark.

I don't know.

I mean, I guess Dan's been rich for a long time.

Well, I mean, there is that.

And that is – and listen, I mean, I –

There is some solace.

There's double solace.

One is for my child's heart of my hometown team, the only sports team I've ever truly lived and died with, being back to greatness that makes me feel good and pure and awesome.

There is also the spiteful piece of me that wants

there to be some form of accountability, and I'm not talking about you, Dan, per se, but you might be lumped in with this, for all the alleged experts across every form of media that stared at a team that had been to seven straight conference championship games, five of the last six Super Bowls, three straight and won two of the last three Super Bowls, and because they started 0-2, they were like, well, that's over.