There’s apt investing advice about not trying to time the market. It’s hard to forecast now, but easy to justify our poor decisions later with “oh, nobody could have predicted that _____ would happen,” or “_______ was a huge fluke that won’t happen again.” You just have to shoot to compete and let the chips fall where they will. We could have absolutely won the championship one of the last two years but nobody in our franchise, from FO to coaches to players, were serious enough to realize that or put it all on the table.
But right now we’re turned on by hypotheticals because they’re just so damn sexy. A guy making $60k can’t support his family, never mind his $15k/year eating out, so he says, “**** it, I’ve proved you can’t make it by on $60k,” and quits his job to spend time in the casino. I mean, the $60k job didn’t work, so he may as well try his luck at something that at least has a higher ceiling. He knows a buddy who left his $150k engineering job and is making twice that gambling.