I’ve never rooted so hard to not win $110.
My heart was leaping and falling and hanging on every loose ball, offensive rebound, and free throw during the NCAA Championship game between Butler and Duke.
I was literally leaping and falling on Butler’s last two shots. When the buzzer sounded I was a puddle of rabid, heart-broken fan on the floor. And I was $110 richer since I picked Duke to win it all.
The funny thing is, I’m a Duke fan. In fact, the last time I jumped around the living room like an absolute idiot during March Madness was when Laettner hit the shot to beat Kentucky.
There was just something wrong with my pocketbook profiting and my heart suffering. I didn’t want the money. I didn’t deserve the money. So this Tuesday I gave my winnings – all $110 – to Life in Abundance who I will be working with on a film in Kenya by the end of the month.
In a matter of few weeks a half-courter won’t seem so desperate. A game won’t seem so important. Neither will $110.