Like millions of others throughout the country, I bought some Powerball tickets last night.  When I inevitably found out that I didn't win, I went into probably the biggest depression of my life.  I was embarrassed -- I couldn't imagine walking into that gas station ever again.

I couldn't imagine how anyone could get addicted to gambling.

Then, when I passed the giant billboard on my way into work this morning that read "POWERBALL $675 MILLION," later confirming that, in fact, no person had won the Wednesday night jackpot, I felt a renewed sense of hope.  I immediately made mental plans to get to back to the gas station stat, to grab my tickets for the Saturday night drawing.

So, I get it now.

So I guess this is a bit of a PSA to play responsibly, and to support that notion, here's some sobering reality: your my chances of winning are 1 in 292 million.

#SeeYouAtTheGasStation