So I go 1-2 tonight in NCAA tournament losing about 350.
The good thing that came out of it is I did not wager on
Ga Tech and Duke games. I was able to just hold off and
not play chasing bets. Then Elder goes down for Ga Tech and that game will probably be decided on a fluke injury that you can't cap.
So thats a start in the right direction. the stopping part I mean.
A month ago everything I played won.
I mean I was on a winning run.
Anyone I coattailed I won, if I didnt have time to cap and made a quick play, it won. Scan the lines and make some plays, winners.
Spending hours looking at games and winning angles. Turned into winners.
I was beginning to think that hard work and effort was
beginning to pay off. I was on top of my own little world of wagering. Me against the book and I liked it that way.
Then we can speak about the last two weeks. Talk about a turnaround. A losing certifed losing streak. It happens to the best of us.
The important thing is I recognized the losing streak.
If you fail to recognize a losing streak fairly early, it can end up costing you big money.
I am relaxing, minding my own business, watching the games and the cat starts chasing around after a large flying bug.
Game looks fast paced. Try to check a score.
I get up and turn on the light. I quickly see its a large orange wasp. Knowing I am allergic to fire ants and big ass wasps, I figure I am not taking any chances of getting stung.
No way no how. But this has to be dealt with right now as it could get away and maybe sting me when I am sleeping.
There is a commercial on so I relax a little.
I find a fly swatter in the kitchen. A professional wasp killer I am thinking. I purchased this flyswatter specifically for emergency situations just like this. This should be a easy kill. I am on a mission now to be rid of the deadly wasp. I feel prepared and I know what I have to do. I am on a mission to protect homestead and family.
I go back in and I hit that wasp in mid flight and down he goes.
to the floor. I couldn't resist yelling Down goes Frazier ! Down Goes Frazier ! a few times anyways.
Now I turn and check the score and UAB is getting throttled. I turn my attention back to the wasp with a renewed vigor to throttle or kill something anything.
How the hell did UAB get this far behind. How many points do I have again. All this was rushing through my head as I got up to where the wasp had been last seen.
I take a drink of beer and check the score again. UAB is getting run out of the building and Kansas is playing like the Lakers in the Staple Center.
The wasp is down but still buzzing his wings. I go in for the kill.
I hit the wasp three times hard with the plastic end of the flyswatter. Short and hard hits meant to do irrepairable damage to its nervous system.
UAB player shoots and scores from the corner. Maybe they will make a come back. There is still time to pull this dog through.
The wasp seems hurt but is still moving. To finish him off I turn the fly swatter around and take the metal end and cut his head off. The wasp is still trying to sting with his ass end going up and down like in a death dance.
I am looking for something in the kitchen now for me to pick the dead wasp up with. I am taking no chances of getting stung.
Not today I won't. Not by this wasp. Not in this lifetime.
I get one of them alcohol wipe napkin things from the kitchen.
I go over and the wasp is still moving around a little.
The wasp has now lived out of body for 3 minutes without a head.
The wasp has no brain in his body kinda like edludes
most of the time.
The wasp was determined to sting something before it died.
That kind of focus even in the thros of death has to be
admired.
I reached down and gathered up the wasps remains carefully
in this huge napkin.
I will be damned the wasp stung me through the cloth with his needle syringe stinger. Through that thick towel the wasp left his calling card.
Did I mention I was missing the game ?
The sting caused pain in my thumb. I figured I would just man it out and ignore it. Sit down on the couch, and after a few minutes my thumb hurts and starts swelling. End up having to go wake up the wife and after explaining what happened which took awhile.
I do remember her looking at me like she does when she is unbelieving of something I have done. She gave me some benedryll and I finally get back to the game.
I try to learn something from everything that happens to
me in life. What I learned from this episode was the wasps
self determination and never say die attitude concerning the last sting, led the wasp to sweet victory.
It came to me that is what I have to do to turn around this losing streak and make the plays that will take me to the promised land.
Now I know what the Heavyweight Champion of the world
Ali was talking about when he said float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
The sting like a bee part is very clear to me now.
Now if I can just get the float like a butterfly going everything
will be fine.
The best lessons in life are free.
I like St Joes tommorrow.
I trust that you will know what to do.
KOD
The good thing that came out of it is I did not wager on
Ga Tech and Duke games. I was able to just hold off and
not play chasing bets. Then Elder goes down for Ga Tech and that game will probably be decided on a fluke injury that you can't cap.
So thats a start in the right direction. the stopping part I mean.
A month ago everything I played won.
I mean I was on a winning run.
Anyone I coattailed I won, if I didnt have time to cap and made a quick play, it won. Scan the lines and make some plays, winners.
Spending hours looking at games and winning angles. Turned into winners.
I was beginning to think that hard work and effort was
beginning to pay off. I was on top of my own little world of wagering. Me against the book and I liked it that way.
Then we can speak about the last two weeks. Talk about a turnaround. A losing certifed losing streak. It happens to the best of us.
The important thing is I recognized the losing streak.
If you fail to recognize a losing streak fairly early, it can end up costing you big money.
I am relaxing, minding my own business, watching the games and the cat starts chasing around after a large flying bug.
Game looks fast paced. Try to check a score.
I get up and turn on the light. I quickly see its a large orange wasp. Knowing I am allergic to fire ants and big ass wasps, I figure I am not taking any chances of getting stung.
No way no how. But this has to be dealt with right now as it could get away and maybe sting me when I am sleeping.
There is a commercial on so I relax a little.
I find a fly swatter in the kitchen. A professional wasp killer I am thinking. I purchased this flyswatter specifically for emergency situations just like this. This should be a easy kill. I am on a mission now to be rid of the deadly wasp. I feel prepared and I know what I have to do. I am on a mission to protect homestead and family.
I go back in and I hit that wasp in mid flight and down he goes.
to the floor. I couldn't resist yelling Down goes Frazier ! Down Goes Frazier ! a few times anyways.
Now I turn and check the score and UAB is getting throttled. I turn my attention back to the wasp with a renewed vigor to throttle or kill something anything.
How the hell did UAB get this far behind. How many points do I have again. All this was rushing through my head as I got up to where the wasp had been last seen.
I take a drink of beer and check the score again. UAB is getting run out of the building and Kansas is playing like the Lakers in the Staple Center.
The wasp is down but still buzzing his wings. I go in for the kill.
I hit the wasp three times hard with the plastic end of the flyswatter. Short and hard hits meant to do irrepairable damage to its nervous system.
UAB player shoots and scores from the corner. Maybe they will make a come back. There is still time to pull this dog through.
The wasp seems hurt but is still moving. To finish him off I turn the fly swatter around and take the metal end and cut his head off. The wasp is still trying to sting with his ass end going up and down like in a death dance.
I am looking for something in the kitchen now for me to pick the dead wasp up with. I am taking no chances of getting stung.
Not today I won't. Not by this wasp. Not in this lifetime.
I get one of them alcohol wipe napkin things from the kitchen.
I go over and the wasp is still moving around a little.
The wasp has now lived out of body for 3 minutes without a head.
The wasp has no brain in his body kinda like edludes
most of the time.
The wasp was determined to sting something before it died.
That kind of focus even in the thros of death has to be
admired.
I reached down and gathered up the wasps remains carefully
in this huge napkin.
I will be damned the wasp stung me through the cloth with his needle syringe stinger. Through that thick towel the wasp left his calling card.
Did I mention I was missing the game ?
The sting caused pain in my thumb. I figured I would just man it out and ignore it. Sit down on the couch, and after a few minutes my thumb hurts and starts swelling. End up having to go wake up the wife and after explaining what happened which took awhile.
I do remember her looking at me like she does when she is unbelieving of something I have done. She gave me some benedryll and I finally get back to the game.
I try to learn something from everything that happens to
me in life. What I learned from this episode was the wasps
self determination and never say die attitude concerning the last sting, led the wasp to sweet victory.
It came to me that is what I have to do to turn around this losing streak and make the plays that will take me to the promised land.
Now I know what the Heavyweight Champion of the world
Ali was talking about when he said float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
The sting like a bee part is very clear to me now.
Now if I can just get the float like a butterfly going everything
will be fine.
The best lessons in life are free.
I like St Joes tommorrow.
I trust that you will know what to do.
KOD
