I chose the wrong architecture… on purpose

It was 2014. Paraná, Argentina. A free period at school, the World Cup just around the corner, and a group of friends who — with not much else to do — started talking about football. At some point someone threw out the idea: what if we compete to see who actually knows more? The rules were simple. Everyone made their predictions before each match — exact score, winner, points. Three points if you nailed the exact result. One if you only got the winner right. Zero if you missed entirely. What wasn't simple was what it created. Suddenly you found yourself watching matches you normally wouldn't care about — but now they mattered, because your prediction depended on them. There were laughs, arguments, jokes, small symbolic bets. And that hard-to-describe feeling of desperately wanting the game to end exactly the way you'd predicted. We repeated it across Copa Américas, Euros, and other tournaments. Each time, the game was the same. And each time, it was worth it. But years pass. Life chang