My fiancé, a massive tennis fan, has developed a ridiculous habit: he always bets against his favorite player.
It's an emotional hedge. If his favorite player wins, he's happy, and if his favorite player loses, well, at least he gets paid. It's come up a lot this past week as he watched the French Open and I sat beside him snickering and lightly suggesting he bet a dollar or two instead of 20 or more.
