Yes, cardinal clairvoyant that I am, I won money wagering on the Papal Election. Although, by the time the white smoke came a-pluming today, I had actually already settled my bets, as the steep decline in the market-based probability of an Italian Restoration was such that I was able to take away a sure-thing profit without having to wait and see if the conclave had my back.
My total profits: $3.75. Woo-hoo! My first drink at karaoke tomorrow night will be a Ratzinger Zinger in honor of the new kid on the basilica, Benedict XVI.
As I was telling Pontiff-Market investment guru Tom over e-mail, I really think I missed my calling. I think I would have enough money to buy the Vatican right now if I had gone into being a futures trader instead of being a sociology. In any event, as becomes more obvious every single day this job wears on, I have certainly missed some kind of calling.