And the Winner is . . . Me!

One can never go wrong by betting on Hollywood's mediocrity. On Sunday night, while at an Oscar party, I won the Oscar pool with the following strategy. Bet on the movie that appeared to be the most annoying. So, I bet mostly on the Aviator. My strategy was great until the end. Luckily, Alison convinced me to change my horse to Million Dollar Baby for the last few awards. This was prescient advice (although I remained convinced that the Aviator would win - nothing wins oscars like an overlong middlebrow biopic).


Alison and I, taking a brief break from betting and scheming