Makes sense. To win at a sport, you've gotta have losers. It's the same in most things, really, just way more obvious there.

[His personal cash pile is actually comparatively small, in the end. Michael ferrets it away, in a separate pocket of his bag from the rest.]

Back home for me, no demon would ever think of asking anyone else for help. That's just a fancy way of telling them "hey, I'm down, this would be a great time to stab me in the back!" So I get it.

[That's probably not the impression of the American football ethos you meant to give.]