It was 1994, in Pittsburgh. Was working multiple jobs & hanging out with guys who bet games and guys who booked games.
Everything was done in pick up and drop offs. Everything was done over the phone. Word of mouth was how info got passed. It was..
also how you got a guy.
There was no promo code. There were no bonuses (at least at the beginning). If Moses the barber took your action, it was because he knew you or someone vouched for you.
All the book guys I met had cool nicknames. Bussy, Philly, Pie, and Rabbi were..
a few that a 23 year old kid was around at the card games, the fantasy drafts, let alone the dinners.
Got into a Sunday night card game with the Barber. He invited a couple other guys. The Rat, a bartender, the Bomber, a golf pro, Killer (we weren’t sure what he did), Tooney..
Non-stop, three days in a row, lines of people 100 deep, ticket..
after ticket, and just enough time to go home & take a nap in between. In all my years in the business, have never seen it as busy as it was these three days.
Back at it Sunday morning, hoping to just get through this day and not snap.
At lunch with my dad, years ago, an old bookie guy told us..
“All this shit, all the sports, all the suits, all the hats, none of it means shit if you don’t take care of the home team.”
Remember like it was yesterday. Thought I knew shit. So I ask..
“Wait, what? Sports are fixed? Don’t tell me that.”
He smiled at my dad. Looked over at me. And went..
“Your home team is your family. You have to play strong at home. You don’t win every game, but you have to make sure they are good before you go on the road. You..
understand?”
I nodded.
“You are a good son. Listen to your parents. Keep an eye out for your brothers & sisters at all times. Shit will get tough. You will understand when you have kids of your own.”
Today is Thanksgiving. For many of us, today is a special day. For me, it is the three "F's." Back in school, F's were bad, but today, it's all about the Food, Football & Family.
The date was 11/27/1980. Bears at Lions. Det -3, 37 was the line..
Up to that point, I had always been a Steeler fan, growing up in the glory days of the Super Bowl Champs. Every Sunday, the day was centered around whether the game was on at 1pm or 4pm.
I knew we didn't like the Browns and Bengals, and despite the best uniforms in football..
we weren't supposed to like the Houston Oilers, but man, those baby blues and Earl Campbell were fantastic.
The other teams were just that..other teams, brought to life by the halftime highlights on Monday Night Football by Howard Cosell.