Rain’s pouring outside, and I’m staring at a screen full of red. Another weekend chasing losses, thinking the next bet’s the one that’ll turn it around. It never is. You start with a plan—small stakes, strict limits—but the adrenaline kicks in, and suddenly you’re doubling down on a hunch. Years of this game, and I still catch myself slipping. Funny how the numbers always know how to hit you where it hurts. Stay dry out there, folks. It’s a long season.