"I'm so thrilled this complete stranger won!"

Am I odd? I buy lottery tickets twice a week. Now I know the chances of my winning are infinitesimal, especially since I have been buying the same number for twenty years and have never won more than $5.00. Now that's stupid, but it's not odd. Because if I don't buy a ticket, I definitely won't win. Here's what may be odd. I take no joy or interest in hearing about the persons who did win. I don't want to know. I don't want to see their happy faces on the tv, or hear them list all the wonderful things they are going to do with their millions. Yet, every network covers these stories as if we—the multitude of losers—can't wait to hear more about the joyous winner and witness ecstasy of sudden weath that we won't experience. (And I especially don't want to hear horror stories, like the one about the woman who let the winner ahead of her in line.) Call it jealousy on my part, or sour grapes, or just crushing disappointment, but I am not interested in the winners and—frankly—I don't think most people are. I think the networks are kidding themselves by making the winning ticket the big news story. Frankly, I wish they would act like it never even happened.