Further confirmation, not that it’s needed, why my wife, landlord and dog hate my gambling. Though, my loan shark is always very encouraging and extremely upbeat.
If you gamble every day (who doesn’t) and lose every day(I do), then these are the times that test your soul. Test your resolve. Test your courage. Test your will. Your willpower. Your will to live. Do you understand where I’m coming from? It’s good vs. evil. Pauly Shore vs. acting. Bart Simpson vs. Sideshow Bob.
Cases in point. Thursday night put in a four team parlay. Tampa Bay +122. Win. Cleveland/Chicago under 192. Win
Phillies +112. Now who bets them without being on some strong medication? I was. I Win. So, all I need for a nice score was a Dodger win. Top of the ninth and the good guys are up 4-2. Two out and two on base. Carlos Gonzales who is hitting under .190 is at the plate. You can throw the ball under handed and get him out. Dodger pitcher Yimi Garcia decides to try something unconventional…He throws the ball overhand! There it goes, a three run home run. Dodgers lose 5-4.
It’s at this point a song from 1981, “I surrender” by Rainbow pops into my head…
I surrender, I surrender
I’m giving up the role of the pretender
I remember, I remember
I will never surrender. Friday I bet the Pirates. After 5 innings they are down by six runs. They battle back by scoring 9 runs in the last four innings and tie the score at 10-10. They lose in the 12th when their right fielder, Gregory Polanco, comes in to make an easy catch and goes down like Nancy Kerrigan when she was kneecapped. Ball falls safely to the ground. Pirates lose 11-10. Only one decision to make. Surrender? No. Do I listen to the new Snoop Dogg album or watch the watch the Courtney Stodden sex tape? Well, she did say she is giving the money to charity…