My life has come to a new all time low...

I have an MBA and my 7 year old son STILL beat me in NFL Monopoly... *ahem* the first time he ever played the game... *ahem* by over $4,000.00. Internet, it was a sad sight... by the end of the game, Jake was rooting for me to land on free parking... all I wanted was to end the game so the bleeding would stop. Jake was like, "I know, I only owe you $12.00 for landing on the Baltimore Ravens, but I want to give you $50.00 dad." My response was, "Jake you don't owe me $12.00... the team is mortgaged." To which Jake responded, "Oh. That's too bad dad." So, he was trying to stop the hemorrhaging for me; although, he has this irritating habit of kissing the dice... so he wasn't completely philanthropic.

The sad part is that I had him right where I wanted him... I had the Denver Broncos and the Green Bay Packers (Boardwalk and Park Place) and he didn't have a monopoly and couldn't get one... In order to own three-fourths of the board, I had my properties mortgaged to the hilt so that I could continue to buy more... where he was just storing up his cash. My biggest mistake was that I should have waited to trade the Washington Redskins for the New England Patriots until AFTER I had my properties unmortgaged AND I had enough money stored up to place bleachers and stadiums on my monopoly...

Trust me... I have been thinking about this all night; replaying each move in my mind and how I could have played things differently. Although... Jake skated through The Denver Broncos and the Green Bay Packers EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. It was so sad... I couldn't get a break.

I wonder if this is what it feels like to lose the Super Bowl...