Hey Salt is dancing with men your 2nd true love?...lol
No Sir,
I tried that dance and its not my cup of tea
Hey Salt is dancing with men your 2nd true love?...lol
No Sir,
I tried that dance and its not my cup of tea
Hey Salt is dancing with men your 2nd true love?...lol
No Sir,
I tried that dance and its not my cup of tea
We are all chasing our hopes and dreams while trying
to execute our plans and schemes. Everyone is playing the same game at
different speeds, but we all ultimately arrive at the same finish line.
All we
can do is hope we’re winning the game when the clock expires.
In
life there are players and there are spectators. A spectator likes to
sit on the sidelines and watch the game. A player works hard to get on
the field and make a tremendous effort to be victorious.
When a player fails, the
spectator is the first to heckle the defeat. The last thing the world
needs is another critic - a failed player will always be more important
than a successful spectator.
A gambler’s life flows freely from
moment to moment. While the majority of the population is worried sick
about the ozone layer and its retirement funds, gamblers tend to focus
on more important issues. Such as who is the starting pitcher and what
is the spread?
I'm a thrill seeker by day and a gypsy by night.
My life’s blood is the action. I've come to realize that being a
gambler is not a part-time thing for me, it’s a full time position.
I gamble with sports. I
gamble on love. I gamble in life.
I speed when I drive, but not
because I'm in a hurry. I speed purely for the rush. Blowing the doors
off cars and turning my trip to the store into the Cannonball Run
becomes much more rewarding when I arrive back home with a bag of
Doritos and no speeding ticket.
I go for every par 5 in two
shots in hopes of making an eagle even though I wind up making more
bogeys than birdies.
I refuse to feed the parking meter even
though I have enough change in my pocket to do a load of laundry. I love
the anticipation of heading back to my car and anxiously looking over
and around people from 10 car lengths down to see if I have a ticket
slapped under my windshield.
I don’t always win.
Regardless
of the outcome I'm prepared for the result of my wager. Weather it’s
win, lose or push, the result is the most integral part of the whole
process. It's how I keep score.
Losing is easy. Winning is a
completely different animal.
Losing brings responsibilities and expectations.
Winning only serves to make the losses more severe. When we are winning
we feel brilliant, gifted and blessed and just one loss can make us
second guess our entire existence.
Quitting is impossible.
Gambling gives me something to look forward to. I enjoy the chance of
picking a winner and being rewarded.
Seeing my bankroll blossom empowers me with
enough positive reinforcement that losing doesn’t seem to be an option. I
relish the time I invest doing the research and crunching the
numbers before pulling the trigger on my play. Laying my money down and
watching the action unfold only heightens the anticipation of the
result.
The wins are fleeting and the losses are profound.
There
have been many casualties along my journey, but of all the things I
lost, I miss my mind the most.
There was a time many years ago when I turned a
turning point into a point of no return, but this is the road I choose.
All I can do now is keep picking winners.
The time keeps winding
down on the scoreboard and I’ve got no way to stop the clock.
Wish
me luck."
That my friend, is good, fucking shit
wish he was still around
We are all chasing our hopes and dreams while trying
to execute our plans and schemes. Everyone is playing the same game at
different speeds, but we all ultimately arrive at the same finish line.
All we
can do is hope we’re winning the game when the clock expires.
In
life there are players and there are spectators. A spectator likes to
sit on the sidelines and watch the game. A player works hard to get on
the field and make a tremendous effort to be victorious.
When a player fails, the
spectator is the first to heckle the defeat. The last thing the world
needs is another critic - a failed player will always be more important
than a successful spectator.
A gambler’s life flows freely from
moment to moment. While the majority of the population is worried sick
about the ozone layer and its retirement funds, gamblers tend to focus
on more important issues. Such as who is the starting pitcher and what
is the spread?
I'm a thrill seeker by day and a gypsy by night.
My life’s blood is the action. I've come to realize that being a
gambler is not a part-time thing for me, it’s a full time position.
I gamble with sports. I
gamble on love. I gamble in life.
I speed when I drive, but not
because I'm in a hurry. I speed purely for the rush. Blowing the doors
off cars and turning my trip to the store into the Cannonball Run
becomes much more rewarding when I arrive back home with a bag of
Doritos and no speeding ticket.
I go for every par 5 in two
shots in hopes of making an eagle even though I wind up making more
bogeys than birdies.
I refuse to feed the parking meter even
though I have enough change in my pocket to do a load of laundry. I love
the anticipation of heading back to my car and anxiously looking over
and around people from 10 car lengths down to see if I have a ticket
slapped under my windshield.
I don’t always win.
Regardless
of the outcome I'm prepared for the result of my wager. Weather it’s
win, lose or push, the result is the most integral part of the whole
process. It's how I keep score.
Losing is easy. Winning is a
completely different animal.
Losing brings responsibilities and expectations.
Winning only serves to make the losses more severe. When we are winning
we feel brilliant, gifted and blessed and just one loss can make us
second guess our entire existence.
Quitting is impossible.
Gambling gives me something to look forward to. I enjoy the chance of
picking a winner and being rewarded.
Seeing my bankroll blossom empowers me with
enough positive reinforcement that losing doesn’t seem to be an option. I
relish the time I invest doing the research and crunching the
numbers before pulling the trigger on my play. Laying my money down and
watching the action unfold only heightens the anticipation of the
result.
The wins are fleeting and the losses are profound.
There
have been many casualties along my journey, but of all the things I
lost, I miss my mind the most.
There was a time many years ago when I turned a
turning point into a point of no return, but this is the road I choose.
All I can do now is keep picking winners.
The time keeps winding
down on the scoreboard and I’ve got no way to stop the clock.
Wish
me luck."
That my friend, is good, fucking shit
wish he was still around
Dear Gambling,
You have hurt me so many times but I just can not let you go.
We have had some good times. The action feels so right.
But Anytime I count on you and need to to come through for me, you bend me over and beat the shit out of me in the 4th quarter on the last drive.
And time goes by, you tell me through the voices in my head " I'm sorry baby, I wont ever hit you like that again " take me back. Like a battered wife you know I will always take you back because I love you.
I know you can do good and I want to believe you, I do miss you and I remember that time a 5 teamer parlay hit and made all my problems go away, but the other 86 times you broke me and left me in the gutter without gas money to get home from the casino.
I know everyone does not like for me to be spending so much time with you. But what the hell do they know about us. I dont need family or friends, just you baby and oh maybe a bag of weed. You are the only one who does not judge me for that.
I love you but I am only going to give you another 72 chances then we are done if you cant show me that you care about me.
Love,
SALTY
This should be put on the front page of covers. I love it!!!
Dear Gambling,
You have hurt me so many times but I just can not let you go.
We have had some good times. The action feels so right.
But Anytime I count on you and need to to come through for me, you bend me over and beat the shit out of me in the 4th quarter on the last drive.
And time goes by, you tell me through the voices in my head " I'm sorry baby, I wont ever hit you like that again " take me back. Like a battered wife you know I will always take you back because I love you.
I know you can do good and I want to believe you, I do miss you and I remember that time a 5 teamer parlay hit and made all my problems go away, but the other 86 times you broke me and left me in the gutter without gas money to get home from the casino.
I know everyone does not like for me to be spending so much time with you. But what the hell do they know about us. I dont need family or friends, just you baby and oh maybe a bag of weed. You are the only one who does not judge me for that.
I love you but I am only going to give you another 72 chances then we are done if you cant show me that you care about me.
Love,
SALTY
This should be put on the front page of covers. I love it!!!
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