Last season I risked $9,350 on 76 NFL games. After winning $400 on the Giants in the Super Bowl, I finished the season up $5.

Five bucks. Chuckle if you want; I get it. Five dollars doesn’t get you far these days, unless you want to take a few rides on the T to Logan Airport. And because I spent almost all of last season attempting to shovel myself out of a deficit that reached minus $1,370 entering Week 10, I was more relieved than satisfied when the Giants covered against the Patriots and I didn’t finish in the red.