All my life I knew I was destined to be a degenerate gambler. My first memories of gambling was going with my grandfather to Off Track Betting windows or the time he left me with security at Belmont Track to put in a bet while I was being attended to because my shoelace got stuck in the elevator. Next came Christmas family parties where for the life of me I could not understand why Ball State vs Louisville was so dam important to my cousins. But then college came and where I lacked in approaching a blacked out chick at the bar, I exceled in taking my friends money.
A lot of shit comes from being a degenerate. Its not all easy being a degenerate, that Monday awaiting the bookie text, or when you put the wrong bet in, or even its betting on the 12 year olds in the LLWS because the over always hits, its all part of the aura. HOWEVA what I don't need is judgement from peers and friends who flip flop about gambling. You know the ones who ask if you have any juice in the game because they want rooting interest but then later that night at a bar in conversation with others will bring up how much money you lost in a week.
If you don't gamble and I suggest never doing it, simply don't ask what plays I have that day because you want rooting interest. Either pull the trigger come swim with the sharks or sit there and miss out on the excruciating pain of a missed free throw at the end of the first half to cover the over.
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