laying off bets

  • 14 May 2012 at 5:02 PM

Swamped

Summertime, and the livin’ is easy. The NBA is through its first round of playoffs, there hasn’t been a college board of a hundred games in over two months, and football is so far away that HBO still has a casting call out for Hard Knocks. Baseball’s the main attraction, and baseball bettors are gentlemen and so old school the periodic table only has about 50 elements.

How did we get here? It was one of those darkest-before-the-dawn moments, that moment that feels like it’s darkest-before-it’s-totally-black. I strolled in on the last day of the NBA regular season, a Thursday, fashionably late. He asked me where the hell I had been. Read more »

  • 22 Feb 2012 at 1:55 PM

When Life Gives You Lemons, You Give Out Rebates

Faithful Assistant passed me a cellphone. β€œIt’s for you…it’s a woman.”

My stomach knotted. Women calling a bookie’s office? Bad news. I don’t have any female customers, but they’re usually a headache: most of the time they’re not betting for themselves, but for some sharp guy who wants to stay anonymous. If they’re not customers, they’re somebody’s wife complaining that her husband blew Junior’s college fund on the Mets and what was I going to do to make them whole? Read more »