I know I had poor success with my wagers this week-end but, sending me abusive e-mails is not going to help the situation. Most of the e-mails I ignore as pissy little cry-babies who won't do their own handicapping. But, this particular one really got to me. It's from Big Head, my editor, one of my best friends no-less, with the included photo. He said "You really need to get your head out of your ass. All week long I listen to your bull-shit promises about pickin' winners and then you fall on your face at crunch-time. Dude, either shut the fuck up or get busy. I lost a weeks Cat-Chow. I'll probably have to eat like an ally-cat for a while thanks to your so-called football wisdom. Thanks for nothing, Asshole!"My answer was this, "Wow! That really hurt. I promise to do better this week and hope we can still be friends. I hope you understand that the gambling game has many ups and downs and even the best of the best have their down days. PS; I'm sending you a 25# bag of Cat-Chow. Hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving." I'm so ashamed.
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