I have run my course here and in the sports and wagering posting community. It has been a skit. Been posting here and there for 10+ years. A lot of laughs, memories and burials along the way.
The last two stops in my posting career, here and at Covers have been the most entertaining but at the same time their evolution over the years saddens me. There are no advocates anymore. Just business. I am certainly no one to judge anyone's affairs, or how they earn their tidings but the events of the last few years at these sites are an eye opener to say the least.
Back in the day before all of this internet gaming, you lived on your word in this business or you got the fukk out of town, if you still could. A little neighborhood justice, of which I was quite fond, was all it took to get paid either way. My circles were pretty fukkin tight and tougher than fukin nails. When we got beat we paid. If you owed me, you fukkin paid. I was the
pinnacle sports of my cut, never fukkin stiffed a winner and never let a loser walk. Pride, reputation, a little street and a fukkin lightning left were all the resources you needed. All it took was a fukkin chair at the lounge and a notebook. I didn't even write in the fukkin thing half the time. The damn mushes would tell me what they owed and I knew who the razors were to a penny.
There is no neighborhood left in this game and certainly no justice. We all have just witnessed or god forbid experienced what will become the norm over the next short period. I bid you all use extreme caution. I can assure you that my resume qualifies me to make that statement. Maybe from the ground looking up but it all starts and ends on the fukkin street folks. The car plants, the cop shop, the lawyers office, the social clubs......that is where the money comes from. If it can't get back and forth from there to the book, you wind up with what you now see. Don't ever think otherwise.
I guess I am just tired of it all. At the end of the line in my day and in today's world there is just a lot of sadness. This shit will eat you fast if you lose and fukkin gnaw at you in the best of times. Constant pressure in any end of it. The highs are too high and the lows are bottomless. On either side of the window that pressure never goes away. I would give back all the stack I made just to say I never did it. I bet all of you, the fifty dollar guys. the whales (no not you Haines you're just fukkin fat), the books, the banks and even good old Walker here have all had that thought at one time in this.
Anyway, take fukkin care of yourselves folks, don't let this shit get you. Up or down. Heads up and be safe. Thanks for everything over the years.
Happy Holiday and all the best.
PS.
Opie, you wanna go?