There is a person in my family who owes me 100 fake dollars on a bet he lost. I haven’t heard from him since we made the fake bet. That was 20 some odd hours ago. You may be thinking, “What in the hell is a fake bet”? Actually, it’s merely a friendly bet. Since betting is illegal in certain areas, and neither of us have ever crossed the law, we often make wagers in a magical world filled with Monopoly money and Leprechauns. We are also quite competitive, so actual forms of currency don’t apply. We just want to win. The phone call conceding the bet is sufficient. It makes one of us sleep well at night knowing the older or younger brother has lost confidence. That’s invaluable in any relationship: making ones you love lose confidence.
Allow me to provide a lesson regarding gambling. Using words and phrases such as, “Guarantee”, “Lock”, or “Stone Cold Lock” usually result in you being in the backseat of the gambling God of cars. Sometimes, you may find yourself in the trunk. I know, I’ve been there many times, figuratively. This family member has placed me there many times, but yesterday’s Heisman bet was certainly a guarantee for my brother. He sealed his destiny with some of his statements, and lost, and Luck certainly wasn’t in his corner.
Be careful what you “guarantee”. Most importantly, bet on yourself. That’s the only only one you can truly count on……other than cards.
PGS: (post gambling syndrome) If one of my siblings has any contact with a man named M. Thew, tell him this is dedicated to him. Also, tell him to help me get the bookies off my tarnished bottom.