Back when I was 18 I made a three-team parlay bet on MLB (can gamble at 18 in some Canadian provinces). The payout would have been $250, which was more money than I had in the bank at the time. I had won the first two games and needed the OVER in the final game. Luis Castillo was on third for the Marlins with one out and Kevin Millar was at the plate. All he needed was a sac fly to score Castillo and I win. Millar strikes out and the run never scored. I lost. I picked up anything I could find and starting throwing things against the wall. Pens, staplers, etc. I will just livid and did this for about 15 minutes. I was sweating and red in the face. When I finally got tired, I curled up into the fetal position and sobbed. What a sad state of affairs that was. I later wrote Kevin Millar a letter, explained to him what had happened and asked him to send me $250. Predictably, I never got a response.
