By David Catney
I never have been interested in sports, but lately I’ve been wondering whether or not I could use it to make some money. Even though I don’t enjoy any sport, I’ve always been surrounded by people who are obsessed with them. And in the last year or so, some of these people have started to benefit financially from watching sports.
They bet a few bucks and pick a bunch of teams who they think will win the games that day. Between my three brothers, they’ve won thousands of dollars in the last few weeks.
I’m at a point in my life where I need to start thinking of new ways to make cash. I have very little money and work a shitty part-time job. I was walking around the house one day, drunk as usual, when my phone started ringing. I answered it and my older brother started yelling in excitement. He told me he had just won two thousand dollars betting on sports. I didn’t even have five dollars to spend on lunch.
I was poor and hungry. What he was telling me sounded like it was too good to be true. A year before this my older brother had won close to one thousand dollars betting on sports. I don’t think he had played much since then though.
The next day I walked into the living room and saw my younger brother and stepbrother sitting on the couch. They had sports on the television. They had the tickets in front of them that said what teams they picked and how much money they stood to make, if their teams won.
I sat down on the couch beside them and decided to watch. I drank beers and asked a lot of questions. They answered all my questions and seemed to be only mildly annoyed. I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up to the sounds of my younger brother and stepbrother screaming. They had won a couple hundred bucks between the two of them. They were getting money just because they watched sports and knew some things about it. Right on.
A business week passed and we were back on the couch. They had new tickets. They had picked new teams. They were hoping to win again this time. The money they stood to win this weekend wasn’t as good as last, but it wasn’t something to sniff at either. By the end of the day, only one of them ended up winning. My stepbrother walked away with a little over seventy dollars.
Watching them win this money, I started to feel like I had squandered my life. Maybe, if I tried to follow sports since I was a kid, I could be a genius at it by now. Maybe I would have been so good I could’ve quit my job and just bet on sports. Like Bukowski did with the horse races. But I’d never even watched a full game of football or hockey or any other sport. So I wasn’t going to be able to rely on my own brain for this.
My older brother called me the next day to tell me that he’d won more money. Close to one thousand dollars. I told him that from now on, every weekend he had to pick me up the same ticket he was picking up. I told him to give me the exact same picks he had. I told him it was about time I started getting in on these winnings. He said he would do that for me. No problem.
Now I’m just waiting to see if he remembers. Even if he does remember though, I won’t be surprised if their good luck has already ended. I probably jumped on the train too late. Oh well.