I am only going to post the first three pages of my book because I don’t want to bore you or take you too far away from domains but here is page 2 and 3.
Football weekends go like this: Saturday—College Football. Morning games, afternoon games, evening games. Sunday—Pro Football. Noon games, afternoon games, one night game. Then, Monday Night Football.
Seven bets. All of them possible to place, with the option to bet again after the outcome of each game. A chance to keep winning or dig yourself into a deep hole. I needed money, and this week I was going to try the progression method. Progression means you bet, and if you win, you stop. If you lose, you double the bet. If you lose again, you double it once more, and so on. In theory, with an unlimited bankroll, you’d eventually win. But you quickly learn two things with progression betting: One, you don’t have an unlimited bankroll. Two, compounding bets add up fast.
I’d never really tested my limits. I was a $20 bettor, and everyone else in the house was similar. I guess I could’ve asked about my limits when I placed my bets over the phone, but I didn’t want to give the impression I was either about to play big or was broke—both of which were true. I preferred flying under the radar. The real problem with progression is that if the games keep going against you, the number grows big, fast.
I started the day with a $30 bet on North Carolina. To figure out how many games I could cover, I did the math. If I lose, I’d need to bet $60 next. Lose that, and I’d have to bet $120 to win my original $30. If that goes south, it’s $240. If I lose that one, I’m in serious trouble. So, four games. That’s what I had. By game four, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to physically or emotionally make it through.
The North Carolina game wasn’t even close. And not in my favor. It was over before it was over, so I started scanning the sheet for a sure thing. Found it. A night game—Florida State vs. Georgia Tech. Both teams had explosive offenses. Florida State could pass and run on anyone. Georgia Tech had a tricky misdirection running game with formations that broke off big runs. The over was a lock.
I wasn’t counting my chickens before they hatched, but I wasn’t worried about them hatching either. I was sure my Seminoles and those chickens were going to get me some food money this week. I was half right. Georgia Tech could run. What I didn’t see coming was their ball control and their game plan. They ran the clock down to the last few seconds before every snap. All running plays meant the clock never stopped. It kept them in the game but tanked the scoring. The number was high, and I had banked on some big plays happening. They didn’t. It was a close game, which made it worse—nobody felt the need to speed things up. The only thing speeding up was my heart rate as I wondered if my bookie might beat me up.
Now, I’m down $90. That’s food for two weeks. I fucking hate gambling. I hate being broke. I’m in a hole, with maybe one more shot—two if I’m lucky, but I wasn’t sure I’d even be allowed to place a fourth bet. It’s wild how $90 can flip you from enjoying some football to hating the world.
I decided to skip the night games and wait for the NFL slate the next day. Full day of football. Now, when people are down, they tend to chase it all back—usually through parlays. A 3-team parlay pays 6 to 1. I could bet $20, and if I won, I’d be up. If I lost, I’d only be down $110. On the other hand, if I kept up the progression method and lost, I’d be down $210. One game versus three games. I didn’t have the money either way, so I might as well take the better odds.
At least that’s what I told myself. So, I called my guy. I don’t know his name, his age, or what he looks like. Just a voice on the phone. I gave him my bet—Houston -5 for $120.
“You good for this, C69?” he asked. C69 was my number. You had to give a letter and two numbers. I used my last name initial and my birthdate. He didn’t know that, but it was easy for me to remember.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“Good luck,” he replied. No follow-up, no questions.
To this day, I don’t remember why I bet on Houston, but I do remember regretting it by the end of the first quarter. They weren’t just supposed to win; they were supposed to win by 5 or more. They never even led. Not for a single second. I never had a chance, and all I wanted was to go home—like, home home—to my mom’s house and cry. I wanted a time machine to rewind the weekend and start over. If I could start over, I’d do nothing—no bets, no risk. I’d even promise God I wouldn’t gamble again. That thought would come back later because I was about to offer that same deal.
So, there I sat. I couldn’t pay. I wasn’t sure if I’d bet again or if I even could. I definitely couldn’t ask my fraternity brothers for money. They’d help you out with little things—grab you a cheeseburger if they were on their way or toss your clothes in the dryer—but asking for $210 or $450? I wasn’t about to test their brotherhood while also exposing myself as a degenerate gambler.
I didn’t place another bet that day. I had to figure out what to do, and I wasn’t in the right headspace to make decisions. I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone, so I stayed in my room, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. I had one game left: Monday Night Football—Raiders vs. Chargers. Oakland was favored by 2 points.
The problem was, I had zero feeling about who would win. If I bet, I’d just be guessing. I liked the Raiders because they were mean and wore black, but I had no real logic behind it. Still, I had to bet, so I put on my best “I’ve got plenty of cash” voice and called in.
“Hey, this is C69. I want to put $250 on the Raiders -2.”
“C69, the line’s now -2.5. You still want it?”
“Yeah, I’ll take it.”
“Alright, I’ve got you down for $250 on the Raiders -2.5. You’re down $210.”
That was it. Instead of fear, I felt excited. True degenerate gambler fashion—I loved the pressure. This game, which normally wouldn’t mean much to me, was suddenly the most important game of my life. The next three hours mattered more than anything had in years. I had everything to lose and almost nothing to gain. And I was totally fine with that—at least until I lost.
But this story isn’t about that night, because I didn’t lose. The Raiders blew them out, and by the second half, I was pretty confident I was going to win. That game felt like taking cocaine—not that I’ve ever done it, but I imagine it’s that same rush of excitement, happiness, and feeling like you own the world. For those three hours, I did. It was like being freed from prison—or more accurately, thinking you’re about to go to prison and then being told you don’t have to.
When it was all said and done, I won $15. Fifteen damn dollars. The bookie took 10% juice. All that for $15, and yet, when I went to pick it up, I acted like I’d won millions.
The truth is, I didn’t really win anything. I bought a pie with that $15. I never explained the payment and cash-out system. There wasn’t a bookie who came to your door to collect. No, you went to the pie shop and asked for a Lemon Meringue Pie for C69. They did sell Lemon Meringue, but when you gave that number, it was code for your bet.
The guy at the window was probably 60, and he looked more like a pie maker than a big-time bookie. I always wondered which made more money—the bakery or the bookmaking. I won’t lie, though, their pies were amazing. That’s why I took my $15 and bought a pecan pie. And let me tell you, it was the best pecan pie I’ve ever had. I liked pecan because it was so sweet, you could only eat a little at a time, so it lasted a week.
So there I was—the big winner. A big winner of no money but one delicious, bookie-made pecan pie.
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