I had 10 minutes until tipoff and I wanted to place a wager on the Memphis Grizzlies’ moneyline against the San Antonio Spurs in Game 6 of the Western Conference playoff series.
I usually do very well with time management and planned to place the bet earlier in the day, but the stars didn’t align.
I rushed to my boss’ computer and quickly placed my wager. I actually use her computer pretty frequently to place my wagers while I’m at the office.
However, I made a careless mistake this time: I forgot to delete the web history.
My boss doesn’t have a problem when I use her computer, but I never told her I am an avid sports bettor.
She walked over to me a few moments later. She starred at me as though I had three heads and asked, “What’s BetJamaica?” (If you want to know what it feels like for someone to stare at you in the same fashion, go tell your significant other that he/she gained a little weight. I don’t recommend this.)
I remember tensing up and feeling my body yelling, “AHHH!” This must be what boys feel like when their mothers walk in on them for the first time during happy time.
My face remained stoic like Annie Duke. I went all in and introduced my boss into my world of sports betting. She laughed for the majority of my explanation. Her reaction meant she, A) didn’t believe me, B) didn’t want to believe me, or C) believed me and felt a myriad of emotions which could only be reflected by laughter at the time.
I felt dirty for a few minutes after speaking with her. She’s self righteous and her mannerisms make most people feel unworthy of being around her. I can only imagine how she feels about gamblers. Come to think of it, I don’t want to know.
This was a new experience for me. Only a few people in my inner circle (and the Covers.com
family) actually know I bet on sports. I’m very careful with who I choose to inform versus who I choose not to inform. I’m especially low key when it comes to divulging this information with people I know who are extremely conservative like my boss.
Whereas, I feel it is a completely normal activity, sports betting carries a stigma with certain individuals. And being a female that bets on sports adds another layer of judgment under the microscope.
I make a point to coach myself out of subconscious bettor behaviors in order to avoid outing myself as a sports bettor to those who don’t need to know.
You know what I’m talking about.
Have you ever seen a non-bettor finish watching a blowout game which has obviously been decided before the final buzzer? Only someone with action on a game stays intently watching in order to see if a free throw in the final 10 seconds of a blowout pushed the total over or covered the spread. It’s this type of behavior which I coach myself against.
I’m very good at being a covert bettor. I mean, seriously, can you imagine what would happen if my mom found out her Mother’s Day gift is being funded by sports betting? Oh, brother.‘Til next time, cover the spread.
SJP's NBA Playoffs picks: Chicago Bulls -8.5 (Game 2) and Los Angeles Lakers -7 (Game 2).