Those were five bets I texted to my parents, who are in Vegas, to make -- if they so choose. My Father doesn't always take my advice. These bets are a way we communicate when we don't fight.
Guess how I did on those bets on Sunday? 0-5.
I spoke to my Mother: "Did he make those bets?"
"Yes."
I am an epic failure. Why the hell am I giving them picks like I know what the fuck I'm doing? What gives me the right? Why am I making my family more financially unstable through my idiocy?
And why the hell am I researching stats so that I can give them bets for Monday?
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