The scorn for gambling seems outsized and unfair when you consider, for a moment, how rarely we use logic in our day to day.
Finally it was our turn to play. The guy who drove the pickup truck walked over to the ref and counted out something like five hundred bucks. “What the hell?” I asked one of my teammates.
There’s always a chance.
Our misprint is your misfortune.
Yes, I live in Las Vegas. No, I’m not a stripper.
Stick your game face on. Get work. Three jobs if necessary. Consider all your outgoings, rationalize, plan, change your lifestyle. Work your way back up above the parapet of financial disaster they dumped you in.
Whilst I love the sporting propaganda and embracing one’s nationality, I find that I’m becoming increasingly more aware of the culture of placing sporting bets.
Life is full of losses and failures. It’s inevitable. We’ve all experienced the days when nothing goes our way and anything we do makes it worse.
But when you almost date someone, something will give. Somehow the ends don’t meet. Either they meet someone new while you’re biding your time, or they move, or they just disappear.
That’s the quote that hit my Twitter feed today…