I’m giving up losing for Lent.
This is not some backwards Charlie Sheen rant…though I have begun referring to my home as the “Goddess Mansion”…no, this is me stating that my epic losing streak has ended. Crash’s Roll Up The Rim Saga has concluded.
It began as any Roll-Up season begins: quiet, unassuming…with a loss. Then it got angry.
"KHAAAAN!"
With each passing cup, I grew more and more envious of those who had won a free “anything”…especially those who managed to win on their first coffee. It got ridiculous. People started buying me pity coffee.
This note came in an unmarked envelop in my mailbox.
I began documenting my descent into madness, which resulted in my daily loss photo that I’ve tagged my blog with for the last couple of weeks. They usually involved the various ways in which I disposed of the losing cup.
Below is my own personal CSI episode:
Horatio: It seems our suspect's heart is like his coffee...*puts on sunglasses*...black & bitter...
"YEEAAAAAH"
At 0-20, I had begun to lose any hope of ever finding a winning cup
However, that glimmer of hope still lingered in my thoughts; my next one would be a winner. And it was…sort of. With three cups of tea on a tray, I passed my first choice to my wife at the last second. She won. I was now 0-21.
I shredded that cup.
A day later, whether it’s because I’d committed a good deed by giving my wife a winner, or it was just a continuation of the pity party, Karma softened up on me. I finally rolled up a Free Coffee from the cup Erin gave me.
Huzzah!
In the comedy world, a man in boxers and a robe represents a descent into obsession and despair.
My saga has concluded; surely now, a win streak is in order…only time will tell. But with that, on Shrove Tuesday, I’ve decided to give up Losing for Lent. I’ll celebrate with Chocolate Chip Pancakes, a café mocha - XL so as to get the full value of my winning rim - and by putting on my pants.
-Crash-
This is not some backwards Charlie Sheen rant…though I have begun referring to my home as the “Goddess Mansion”…no, this is me stating that my epic losing streak has ended. Crash’s Roll Up The Rim Saga has concluded.
It began as any Roll-Up season begins: quiet, unassuming…with a loss. Then it got angry.
"KHAAAAN!"
With each passing cup, I grew more and more envious of those who had won a free “anything”…especially those who managed to win on their first coffee. It got ridiculous. People started buying me pity coffee.
This note came in an unmarked envelop in my mailbox.
I began documenting my descent into madness, which resulted in my daily loss photo that I’ve tagged my blog with for the last couple of weeks. They usually involved the various ways in which I disposed of the losing cup.
Below is my own personal CSI episode:
Horatio: It seems our suspect's heart is like his coffee...*puts on sunglasses*...black & bitter...
"YEEAAAAAH"
At 0-20, I had begun to lose any hope of ever finding a winning cup
However, that glimmer of hope still lingered in my thoughts; my next one would be a winner. And it was…sort of. With three cups of tea on a tray, I passed my first choice to my wife at the last second. She won. I was now 0-21.
I shredded that cup.
A day later, whether it’s because I’d committed a good deed by giving my wife a winner, or it was just a continuation of the pity party, Karma softened up on me. I finally rolled up a Free Coffee from the cup Erin gave me.
Huzzah!
In the comedy world, a man in boxers and a robe represents a descent into obsession and despair.
My saga has concluded; surely now, a win streak is in order…only time will tell. But with that, on Shrove Tuesday, I’ve decided to give up Losing for Lent. I’ll celebrate with Chocolate Chip Pancakes, a café mocha - XL so as to get the full value of my winning rim - and by putting on my pants.
-Crash-
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