For some reason, when lottery discussions come up, people start talking about lightning strikes. It’s the way we relate to the odds. It’s always about getting struck by lightning. I can’t explain it.
There are a few obvious differences between the two. For one thing, very few people outside of the tinfoil chapeau contingent seek out lightning strikes. This band of conspiracy fueled wackos, believe that electricity from above can neutralize the 5G coursing through their veins, as well as create an affordable alternative to the unwieldy number of streaming platforms we’ve all grown accustomed to paying for. Wouldn’t it be better to have a single, unified network in your head? With channels available to surf across, in search of better entertainment? Seems like a dream world, to me. But to this scurrying coterie of paranoiacs, it isn’t too far-fetched. So every downpour, they climb atop ladders with seven irons and pitching wedges, steadying themselves for a sudden spark of inspiration.
For the rest of us, there’s none of that. People want to win the lottery. Or they think they want to win the lottery.
Lunatics understand on a fundamental level that the real power ball is when you hold up a shiny metal petanque ball during a crackling rainstorm. 1 in 292 million? Odds of success are much better than that. Even crazy people know the lottery is crazy.
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