First, you need to call him and ask him to increase your limit. Tell him you want to put a huge bet in on Saturday, but you're not sure what you're going to bet yet.
Next, go get the most cash you can get your hands on. Empty your savings account and say goodbye to those laughable yields. Liquidate your stupid boring crypto holdings. You have real money to make.
Call your bookie tomorrow and tell him you want to meet in person on Saturday at 2:20pm to hand him cash for the bet. It must be as close to game time as possible. You cannot allow him time to call his degenerate friends and offload this action. He needs to eat the loss in its totality.
When you get in his car in the gas station parking lot, tell him you want AUBURN and the points. Hand him the entire package of cash. If he balks at taking a bet that size, you have his ass on the ropes. He may hem and haw, but bookies who don't take cash bets up front are poseurs. He wouldn't want his clients to know that. If he doesn't want to take the full amount, push as much on him as you possibly can. His pride is at stake.
When you win, have yourself a drink on him. Imagine his despair. He has 15 good weekends a year where clients fire off 10 bets a piece for peanuts. His take is always positive, but sometimes it's hugely positive. This weekend, however, some asshole with huge cajones cornered him in his car and sold him on a bet he couldn't really afford. He can't explain why he didn't kick you out of his car despite his better judgment. But now, his kid's tuition for October is due on Wednesday, and he has no chance of recovering on Sunday and Monday.
Next, go get the most cash you can get your hands on. Empty your savings account and say goodbye to those laughable yields. Liquidate your stupid boring crypto holdings. You have real money to make.
Call your bookie tomorrow and tell him you want to meet in person on Saturday at 2:20pm to hand him cash for the bet. It must be as close to game time as possible. You cannot allow him time to call his degenerate friends and offload this action. He needs to eat the loss in its totality.
When you get in his car in the gas station parking lot, tell him you want AUBURN and the points. Hand him the entire package of cash. If he balks at taking a bet that size, you have his ass on the ropes. He may hem and haw, but bookies who don't take cash bets up front are poseurs. He wouldn't want his clients to know that. If he doesn't want to take the full amount, push as much on him as you possibly can. His pride is at stake.
When you win, have yourself a drink on him. Imagine his despair. He has 15 good weekends a year where clients fire off 10 bets a piece for peanuts. His take is always positive, but sometimes it's hugely positive. This weekend, however, some asshole with huge cajones cornered him in his car and sold him on a bet he couldn't really afford. He can't explain why he didn't kick you out of his car despite his better judgment. But now, his kid's tuition for October is due on Wednesday, and he has no chance of recovering on Sunday and Monday.
