Love is never having to worry about the $500 you lost on one of your favorite coaches in the history of ever.
Whether it’s Baltic Avenue or Boardwalk, there’s no Free Parking when it comes to gambling.
What could possibly link Mr. Rogers, Lawrence Welk, and the late, great Tom Petty to J-Dub’s degenerate gambling? There’s only one way to find out.
How could it possibly be a stretch to compare the deaths of millions of people to dropping a few bucks gambling?
The B-52’s had their own private Idaho. Hillary and I had our own private Pennsylvania debacles.
It’s not what you think…but it still ain’t good.
I get paid betting and that’s a “wild thing.” I just don’t get paid very much.
This might the only time you ever hear J-Dub tell you to bet your house payment on Southern Mississippi.
Have the Twelve Greatest Saturdays of the Year become Thirteen? If so, can J-Dub afford an extra week?