What Do You Do When You See Your Boss Lose $300,000?

That game is what it’s all about. The highs and lows. The “we’re dead, game’s over, we have no chance,” to Isiah Likely’s toe being a hair out of bounds from an all-time cash or an overtime sweat.

My dick gets hard when I win a $100 bet—I can’t imagine what it would feel like to lose $300,000 on a big toe being out of bounds. I know Dave has the money, and knowing his deal with the devil, he’ll make it all back. But still, I know that’s going to keep him up tonight. I didn’t even have a Ravens ticket, and it felt like my heart got ripped out of my chest. What do you even do when you see someone lose like that? Personally, I prefer the silent tap on the back. Your boys don’t have to say anything; the tap is the universal language for "I feel for you." Nothing else needs to be said. But there was no chance in hell I was laying a hand on Dave—he either would’ve broken my hand or fired me on the spot.

Regardless of which side of the bet you were on, we all won tonight. What a fucking game. The NFL is so back.