Anyone who�s read even a few measly posts on this site knows that I�m not a professional blogger. Nor am I a professional �sports writer� ... The post Triston Casas Owes Me Five Hundred Bucks appeared first on Surviving...
Anyone who�s read even a few measly posts on this site knows that I�m not a professional blogger. Nor am I a professional �sports writer� in any sense of the word. And over the last few months, ever since online sports gambling became legal in Massachusetts, it�s become painfully obvious that I am the furthest thing from a professional sports bettor.
The problem? That�s easy. I bet with my heart, not my head. Which is why pretty much every time he�s been in the line-up since the start of the season, I�ve bet cash money on Triston Casas coming up big. And I mean big. Like home runs and multiple hits per game and countless RBIs. Once, under the influence of pure conviction and sixteen Coors Lights, I bet the man would hit two home runs, record over 3 RBIs and steal a base. He went 0-for-4.
By conservative estimate, my faith in Triston Casas has cost me about 500 bucks. But I won�t take my foot off the gas. Not now.
Why do I do this? Because I can�t help but think my man is on the verge of a major, major breakout. He is six-foot-four and over 250 pounds. He should be mashing baseballs over the Wall like it ain�t no thing. He should be starring in every MLB pitcher�s nightmares, his painted nails gripping a bat the last thing they see before waking up in cold sweat. There should be a city ordinance in place to shut down the Mass Pike whenever Casas strides to the plate, lest drivers have their windshields shattered by a Casas Special leaving Fenway at 155 per. Opposing teams should be granted an option to simply allow the run rather than pitch to Casas and break their players� spirits.
Also: I am really, really bad at betting.
And like one of those casino lizards who refuses to leave their �lucky machine� for days on end for fear the minute they walk away some schnook will plop in a quarter and win the jackpot, I must keep on keepin on. Because I believe in Triston Casas. And I will continue to put my money where my heart is.
In the end, one of two things is going to happen: I will be starting a GoFundMe for meals and living in a hollowed-out tree, or I will be driving my Lamborghini Hurac�n down the Mass Pike, dodging Casas home runs while Guerin Austin adjusts the radio from the passenger seat.
I am all in, people. All in.
Go Casas!
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