Been a while since I last posted here. Thought I’d share a quiet moment looking back on my wrestling bets. I used to chase every match, overanalyzing stats and gut feelings, only to see my slips crash more often than not. One time, I banked hard on a wrestler’s streak—ignored the signs of fatigue—and lost big when he tapped out in under a minute. That stung. But it taught me patience. Now, I wait for the right spots, study the buildup, and trust the rhythm of the fight. Losses still happen, but they don’t rattle me like before. Funny how the misses end up shaping you more than the wins.