Before I begin, I would like to keep my name anonymous.
My hands is sweating, my heart is pumping, a moment of silence in my head, and then suddenly it's kickoff time for a college football game. I finally feel alive again... or at least for the next hour or so. I'm cheering for the team that I bet on and I have no connections to it whatsoever. All I know is that they must win or my butt is toast.
00:03, 00:02, 00:01, 00:00, it's halftime, and my team is down 14-17. Boy!!! My 7 points favorite isn't looking so good right now. I feel like I'm ready to throw up, and my pride is coming with it. What to do now? It's do or die time. Better give my bookie a call for halftime because my blood has settle down to a moderate beat. Ring! Ring! The spread is my team giving 7 points again. Sounds reasonable since they're down, guess I better double down.
"Hello! It's me, let me get 10 dimes on..." I feel the blood rushing to my head again. This time the sensation of it didn't last as long as the time before the kickoff. Guess the only way to feel my adrenaline is to place an even higher bet than my original, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, yet. It's game time.
"Let's do this, go team, shit it's not looking good, you guys play like shit, how could you not call that ref, yes first down", and then a long pause of silence. It's a self realization moment. The score is 14-20 final.
To be continue....
Courtesy of Moses Sports Pick
