Pizza, Predictions, and a Mild Sense of Panic

The idea is simple enough. You bet on whether a company will exceed (or fall short of) its projected earnings. Polymarket, apparently, is where these bets are made. As of Sunday, Dale was practically vibrating with confidence, informing me that 64% of the “yes” contracts were held by people who, like him, believed in the power of pepperoni and a strong quarterly report. The magic number, he explained, was $5.39 a share. Anything over that, and we were golden. Anything less, and I’d be hearing about it for the next decade.








