Tuesday Morning StruggleBack...

So my Sunday starts at 5:45 AM. No, I wasn't stumbling home from a night of debauchery and decadence, I was waking up for work. Great start. Two things on my mind upon my early awakening. Let me light up this morning cigarette and let me take a gander at sportsbook.com to take a look at how I'm going to lose money for the day

Two things that must be understood about betting on sports. A) There are no locks in gambling. B) The only lock is that you're inevitably going to lose money to the gambling god, GAMBLOR. Gamblor is an omnipresent, malevolent god, that can manifest himself in any double digit point spread, weather front, suspiciously poor refereeing, place kicker with the shanks, shell shocked quarterback, and a relatively unknown wide receiver that lights up a normally stout secondary for 150 receiving yards and two touchdowns. If you've ever gambled for more than one weekend of football, you've seen Gamblor with your own eyes. The havoc created by this mischiveous deity is the juice. It truly sucks you into the world of vice. The allure and eventual dismay of gambling can lead to many things; going to an evangelical church and becoming born again (best case scenario). More often than not, a serious gambling problem leads to any or all of the following; a terrible coke habit, betting with hypothetical money that you clearly don't have (a la American Banks over the past two decades), whoring your girlfriend out, or ending up face down in the gutter somewhere conscious or not.

Welcome Gamblor into your life.

Friday, we go in...