ok, so not really. winning money is great. you beat your bookie, vegas, and the system as a whole. bottom line, taking money from your bookie is an amazing feeling and one of the most satisfying things on the planet.
yet, climbing back to even is a rush like none other.
we’ve all been there. maybe you started the week colder than a polar bear’s nut sack and found yourself in the hole a few hundred. or you put far too many units on a saturday night boxing match and have to make it back by sunday at midnight. either way, there is only one thing to do when you’re account is flashing red numbers.
climb the fuck back to even.
being in the hole sucks, but it’s one of those things where if you go down, you have to go down swinging. personally, if i dig a hole for myself, the only way to get out of it is to keep digging until i hit china, or the center of earth.
the days where you bet because you can’t/don’t want to pay your bookie are the best. you start firing off bets you never would, and watch every game like it’s game 7 of the nba finals even though it’s an afternoon baseball game between the marlins and braves.
my motto is “shooters shoot.” even when you’re cold, you can’t stop shooting because you know you’re due to get hot again. look at steph curry. does he stop shooting when he misses 5 three’s in a row? fuck no. the same logic applies here.
so it doesn’t matter if you’re cold because you’re going to start hitting bets soon.
when i’m down, i start sending bets on everything. mainly, i throw low risk, high payout parlays that have a small shot to hit, but i make sure they set me up for great hedging position. i make sure to pick my spots early and often, and i don’t shy away from the fear of owing my bookie more money.
getting back to even is a grind. i’d compare it to a war. sure, you’ve lost a few battles and your men are depleted, but it doesn’t mean the war is over. not until your last man’s down, or your credit limit has been reached.
finally getting back to the black is a huge sigh of relief. it’s like carrying a midget on your back for an entire week, and then on sunday night it just hops off and runs into the forest. problem gone.
so, if you’re down a little or a lot, don’t stop fighting your battle. it’s easy to retreat the troops early and cut your losses, but it takes a real man to grind it out and get back to even. grow some balls, and climb your way out of the hole.
not, not true.