What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
It’s never good when you wake up and see surgeons hovering over you. At the rate I was bleeding after Week One of the J-Dub Gambling Challenge, at least they were doctors and not the coroner. Yeah, it was a bloodletting, but Week Two brought me a hefty Type $Green transfusion. After hemorrhaging close to $500 in the opening weekend round, the bankroll is now only down $38 from the original.
Usually it takes weeks to make back that sort of a loss. But in Week Three, you can expect far more conservative approach. One reason is while it’s only $38, that’s still a negative number. It’s enough for two giant jugs of cheap-shit Sam’s Club bourbon, which is crucial for fluid replacement should we have a repeat of Week One.
But more importantly, there’s just not a lot of meat on the Week 3 Wagering bone. Maybe this is the week those surgeons end up pulling a pork rib out my windpipe.
DISCLAIMER: Because gambling is illegal at Bushwood, sir… and when it comes to gambling, I slice like Jack the Ripper working the deli counter on crystal meth. That’s why this in no way, shape or form is a gambling advice column, and all “bets” are mythical in nature. In other words, don’t come crying to me when you lose your house payment betting real money like I’m “betting” Monopoly money.