Every sports bettor has one or two “bad beats” that are forever burned in their retina — or in my unfortunate case, dozens of those. Look, no one ever said gambling was for the faint of heart,  but then again, no one ever said the lows of betting can feel like ___ either.

Nonetheless, one of my bad beats STILL remains fresh in my mind — despite the almost-six years of nightmares that’ve passed since. Writing has always been therapeutic for me, so perhaps, sharing this all-time heartbreak will finally patch this wound. So here it goes:

February 1, 2015 — Super Bowl XLIX

At last, I’m the legal betting age and of course, I want action on the holy grail of sports gambling, the Super Bowl. That season, the title game pitted the Patriots against the defending-champion Seahawks with the betting spread set a pick ’em.

Given my natural inclination to “go big or go home,” I make the fateful decision to mortgage my entire budget for the Spring semester on the wager. What the heck, right? I’m already gulping down ramen noodle soup on the reg anyway, if worse comes to worst, I’ll just stick to the script. No biggie.

Welp, I did just that. I scrapped my life savings of $2,000 (visual proof linked below) and let it ride on the “Legion of Boom.” As a long-time, tortured Dolphins fan, I could never bring myself to willingly root for the Patriots — and yes, I’m aware that’s DraftKings’ hometown team but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The ill-fated betting ticket that ended up on my Snapchat story hours before heartbreak ensued.

Anyway, there’s probably no need for me to re-hash what happened next, but for my benefit of expunging this from the deep recesses of my psyche, I’ll do it anyway: Seattle led by 10 points half-way through the fourth quarter before its legendary defense was systematically picked apart by Tom Brady for two touchdowns in a six-minute span, only for Seattle to drive it down to New England’s one-yard line with under a minute to go and chance to win the ‘ship with a score. Alas, with my luck, complete disaster struck instead.

Alright, seconds before that game-sealing interception by Malcolm Butler (that’s been replayed over and over on ESPN probably to spite me directly), let me describe my emotional state in two words — pure bliss. Here I am, one yard away from cashing in a ticket to win $1,800-plus (practically the lottery for a college kid like myself at the time) and in my head, running through every fiscally-irresponsible decision I’m about to make with this king’s ransom of a win.

But no, Pete Carroll had to draw up a goal-line slant to Ricardo Lockette instead of handing the ball off to Marshawn Lynch. And with that bonehead decision, I crumbled into pure despair. In that make-or-break moment, I decided to respond in one of three ways:

  • a) chase the money I’d just lost at the nearest casino with a game of roulette (I’m a bet everything on black kind of guy)
  • b) ring up my parents and drop the I-might-be-homeless-this-semester news
  • c) recoup the funds by joining an energy-drink-selling MLM scheme that was rampant at the University of Nevada, Reno at the time

Being the always-rational, never-illogical fella I was at the time, I chose option A. No question about it — I wasn’t going down without a fight, no way. But in a twisted turn of events, my ATM denied my withdrawal as I had reached my limit for the day.

And with that, I trekked home, head down and a bow wedged into my heart. That night, I layed wide-awake for hours as that interception lived rent-free in my head, playing on loop. The sun came up the next day (barely; it was an overcast day in Reno, Nevada) and I never quite ended up homeless that semester (but boy, was I close).

Regardless, this gut-wrenching loss has never left me. For better or worse, I’ve compartmentalized it. But after pouring my anguish in this blog, maybe, at last, I can rid myself of this burden. Maybe… if you’ve suffered a bad beat before and have found a coping mechanism that doesn’t involve binge drinking (excessively), please drop a comment below and help me out here!

About the Author The GOAT

Just a guy trying to get hired at DraftKings.

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