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About Archives Featured GuestsI founded this city with a simple idea: violence and other actions that harmed others were illegal, everything else was permitted; everything other areas would consider immoral, I allow. Gambling, drugs, selling your body - all of these my citizens were free to do. I personally find fantasy sports to be offensive, so those WERE outlawed, call me a hypocrite if you must.
I refused to pay my bookie, I tried to argue that he was a cheat and a liar, but in the end I just didn’t want to pay him. When he said he was going to give me the “third-degree” I thought he was being figurative. A week later at the burn unit I knew he was for real.
The virtual money was all gone. It was time for another hand, followed by another, and another, and a hundred thousand more. He had lost his poker life to Pat once again, and like the Holocaust and 9/11, he’d never forget.
- C.D. Carter
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When I first got on the winning streak, my friend Chris and i would always bet double or nothing. Well, after two years of betting double or nothing, Chris owed me a substantial amount of money - he owed me his whole life really. This made his frantic phone call even more surprising, he wanted one more double or nothing bet, and I happily obliged.
Paul, in his turns as dealer, would never burn a card before the flop. He refused, he said, on grounds that it didn’t matter because destiny was destiny, no matter how you sliced it. Ethan, upon hearing this smug, pseudo-intellectual explanation, considered a way to remind Paul to burn a card: He retrieved a bottle of lighter fluid from the basement, crept behind Paul, sprayed the pungent stuff on his head and shirt, struck a match, and tossed it on his shoulder.
- C.D. Carter
C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13
C.D. Carter has also recently been writing about how poker can be applied to fantasy sports, check it out… Poker Lessons Applied to Fantasy Football
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I had done everything right, pushing in nearly two-thirds of my remaining chip stack on a hand in which I had precisely nothing, focusing on showing no excitement, no despair, no anxiety, and yet, once more, Penny had called my bluff. How had she known, I asked, red faced and on the brink of crushing poverty. “Here’s how I knew,” Penny said in her best conciliatory tone. “You pissed your pants.”
- C.D. Carter
C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13
C.D. Carter has also recently been writing about how poker can be applied to fantasy sports, check it out… Poker Lessons Applied to Fantasy Football
Lonnie trembled, he tried in vain to control his heavy breathing, his thudding heart, he avoided the eyes of the thing across the table, reading his every thought. He squeezed the playing cards, checking once, twice, thrice, that he had two kings, knowing that no matter what he had in his grasp, the red-eyed fiend — its black, veined wings flapping ever so slightly in anticipation of sweet victory — was going to take poker night for his own. Lonnie wiped the perspiration from his forehead and examined the warmth on the back of his hand: He was sweating blood.
- C.D. Carter
C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13
C.D. Carter has also recently been writing about how poker can be applied to fantasy sports, check it out… Poker Lessons Applied to Fantasy Football
I couldn’t feel joy anymore, not from movies, music, sports, sex - nothing. One day a friend introduced me to the wonderful world of online gambling. Finally, I could smile again.
At the Royal Casino of Maryland, the poker playing and black jack dealing goes on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The Casino had long ago taken control of the State of Maryland after the United States Government tried to shut them down. The War for Independence had been long and bloody, but now there was no doubt that Maryland stands alone.
With every tick of the digital scoreboard glowing from its home on the laptop screen, the degenerate’s pulse quickened, beads of sweat surfaced on his brow and his upper lip and his quivering palms. These next few minutes, near midnight on a Friday, would determine whether the degenerate could pay the mortgage on Monday morning, to keep his family warm and sheltered from the bitter winter howling outside their bedroom windows. It all depended on someone named Damian Lillard, apparently an NBA point guard, and whether he could trump the daily fantasy juggernaut pouring on the points in a head-to-head duo that night; and God Almighty, how that made the degenerate feel alive, so horribly, painfully, acutely alive.
- C.D. Carter
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Most people bet on rational things, like the winner, or the score. I make much rarer bets, like how many times the commentators say something stupid. I’ve put $25,000 on 150 stupid comments.
The evil Feds had shut down all my online outlets for gambling, leaving me to suffer through withdrawal by myself in my meager apartment. Then I discovered Fan Duel, where I could legally bet on player performances instead of the game outcomes. Gambling, even better because it was federally sanctioned, had returned to my life and I was happy… at least as happy as I’m capable of being.
Craig started the day saying he would only spend $20 at the casino slots, $20 and no more. As time went on he lost everything in his wallet, then emptied his checking account; five hours later he had lost the car payment money, then the mortgage money and his child’s college fund. By midnight he had been relegated to a $1 slot machine with the mobster he owed his life to standing over his shoulder.
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Craig started the day saying he would only spend $20 at the casino slots, $20 and no more. As time went on he lost everything in his wallet, then emptied his checking account; five hours later he had lost the car payment money, then the mortgage money and his child’s college fund. By midnight he had been relegated to a $1 slot machine with the mobster he owed his life to standing over his shoulder.
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