Gambling on sports is as American as stopping at a car accident to take cell-phone pictures. If you’re like me (cynical and without joy) then you know that it is only through the magic of gambling that you can truly muster up any excitement for any sporting event. Did I really care who won the Super Bowl? Absolutely not. But, if I place a bet … even a measly 10 or 20 spot … suddenly the game takes on a whole new dimension of excitement. I have a vested interest in the outcome of this contest where multimillionaires man-handle each other for four hours and then afterward go out to celebrate by doing lines of Bolivia Go-Powder off the asses of $1,000-an-hour hookers. Truly caring about the game is like being a child again.