Winning Ways

I wish there was a way to know you're in, "the good ole days" before you have actually left them- Daniels

I was going through the archives of this blog and realized that it felt drury and semi depressing.

I know the reasons for that but let's talk about the good stuff.
Cooking with grease, making the donuts, spinning up a bankroll, pushing your weight around winning.

As much as I would like to acknowledge my own pessimism and the thought that I am thoroughly cursed there is a period every single year where I run pure.

Anyone that's been around for long enough had experienced a sun run. I'm blessed enough to have experienced more than a few.

One is so vivid that I wanted put it into words so I can revisit it from time to time.

It was April 2022. My now wife had just moved in and I was incredibly uncomfortable. We had been dating for 18 months or so and it was that time in a relationship where you have to reveal that you're a bum who stares at a screen mutters expletives and then scream at a TV from time to time like a complete lunatic, maybe that's just me.

I don't remember how bad it was but I know I was stuck during the all star break. That's a horrific feeling as you know that there is going to be navigating tank teams and games where neither team seems to care.

I won 12 nights in a row. TWELVE! This may not seem like a lot. I went perfect card 4 of those 12. The volume increased over the course of the final 5 weeks of the season that I bet every single game the night before the final Sunday card.

It was a Tuesday and the lady of her home was having some friends over and was showing them the upgrades she made to the home I had been living in for 20 years.

Here's a dining room table, this is a chopping block can you believe he didn't have anything? I would hear her teasing me with her female friends as I sit in the living room sweating a play in game.

I was dead in the game and all of a sudden the foul game breaks out and I suddenly need a 3 with 13 seconds left and boom he hits it.

I forgot where I was in the moment and who was there, I jump on the couch and I'm screaming expletives in the wildest of jovial celebrations. I turn around and 4 women in their 30s are standing in silence trying to make sense of this spectacle.

They all laugh and go back to the kitchen. I go back to the next game. Life moved on but that memory did not.

Winning is fleeting as much as losing is. Sometimes we just have to jump on a couch and buy something we don't deserve. There's plenty of good times to be had.

Thank you for the space. Your friend, Eddie