Rock struggled with all the data involved as he tried to establish point spreads and bracket predictions for the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament. He wandered from his back bedroom to the bathroom, where he lost his balance and fell forehead first across the rim of his bathtub.
He noticed blood as it splashed across the tile, but his mind was still on his betting service. Even as he looked in the mirror to see rivers of red rolling down his face, Rock thought in terms of percentages and accuracy. It occurred to him that his predictions had been correct eight-six percent of the time. In fact, his mind—a moment before he recaptured it—repeated "eighty-six percent" again and again.
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