I have been pretty successful in my sports betting (and prop bets) so far. I won all three of my college football bets on opening weekend last year, and I won my rookie running back bet against one of my guy friends. But I pushed my luck and I may have pushed it too far.
I think it was week 1 of the NFL regular season and I was at a bar in San Francisco with some friends. After the morning and afternoon games, we went to another bar and met up with…some more friends. And I had…some more drinks. I was many beers and two bloody marys deep when I decided to get all bold and Baltimore on one of my friends. I was talking about how Buck Showalter was going to turn the Orioles around like he had with so many other clubs. One of my guy friends told me it didn’t matter because the Yankees and the BoSox would always be at the top and the Orioles would be lucky to just get third. So I did the unthinkable. I put faith in the laughing stock of the MLB—I bet him that the Orioles would finish second or better in the division. I knew it as soon as I said it that it was a bad bet to make. It was a bold prediction that had almost nothing to back it up except for Showalter’s relatively good record for improving teams in the first or second year he was with them. So I bet. And now, it will be a very long baseball season, then I will receive my punishment. TBA. But if I know anything, it’s that I was never going to let any of my bet opponents get off that easily, so I don’t see why they would take mercy on me. Help…and go O’s!