In my very early days when I was 15 yrs old and making 230 a week and working like a dog, I was betting between 30 and 50 a game. On NFL sunday, I went 2-11 losing 760 dollars. I even raised my plays for the 4 o'clock games. So now it's Monday Night Football and time to chase. I knew if I lose, I will be out.. finished. I will have to pay my bookie big money, and work double shifts to pay him off for the next 16 weeks. But if I win this one, I am out of a whole and basically even.
The total was 39, and it was 21-17 in the 3rd quarter, and I was enjoying my night, telling my girlfriend that life is good again, and I am taking her to a lovely restaurant tomorrow and we are going to celebrate. I was really happy. I had put 750 on it, so if i win, i am even. If i lose, I owe, 1585. What a swing!! Either I win and I'm even. Or I will be paying my bookie every week 100 dollars, for the next 16 weeks.
With 8 minutes to go, the Raiders are lining up for a 27 yd fg, and it is wide left. I am now pacing the room and freaking out. I had this cat named Jake, who happened to have been in heat, and constantly meowing non stop. So I kept on yelling, shut the f-uck up!! He just kept on meowing.
Then with 4 minutes to go again, they are lining up again for a 36 yd fg. The kick is blocked. Now I am totally freaking out, and the cat is jumping on me meowing like hell. Shut the f-uck up, I said!!!! I'm really pissed now.
Then with 1 min and 30 seconds to go, Oakland was leading still 21-17, and the running back runs all the way to the 2 yd line, as he just trips before the end zone. I am freaking out now. The cat is meowing even louder!!!! Shut the f-uck up I yell really loud now!!!
Then they try to run it in on the first play, the ref spots the ball inside the 1. I thought he was in, but no one signalled the TD. On the next play, yes, that's right folks, he kneels, and it is over. I started yelling and screaming, noooooooooooooooooo, nooooooooooooooooo. Now the cat goes again, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW.. and I grab him by his legs and whip him against the wall, and the cat ends up breaking his back right leg. My girlfriend started freaking out and told me she was leaving me. I said sorry, and i took the cat to the vet and paid 250 beans to fix it, on top of the 1600 debt. The cat never came near me again. The girlfriend eventually forgave me, but what a day. This play cost me 1600, and I learnt a valuable lesson about gambling. Gambling really is a terrible thing, and really can ruin your life.
For the next 16 weeks, I had to pay off my bookie and work like a dog. It really wasn't fun. I'll NEVER forget those f-in Raiders as long as I live. My whole summer was ruined on account of that game, and my cat was NEVER the same after that. Poor Jake...
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