Don’t. Want. To. Invest...Must. Resist... Tractor beam... pulled me right in. FU&k. Hopes and dreams of a Super Bowl biggie. Its like when you were younger and out with the boys and you come across that super hot, next level lady and you’re posturing to the fellas... “what? I got this, I’m going over there, I’m doing it.” Every bit of discernment tells you stay away, this is crash and burn territory. You forge ahead, only to be dissed and dismissed, the fellas high-fiving and In hysterics as you walk of shame back to your spot, two drinks in hand...