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CLA was ahead by twelve points with a half still left to go. I needed them to beat Baylor University by at least fifteen to cover the spread, or I would lose the ten grand I’d wagered on this game.
March Madness—my favorite time of the year.
The boys and I always spent at least a week of the tournament in Vegas, where we planted our asses in the sportsbook, only leaving to eat dinner and go to the club, each day the same until it was time to fly home.
What would make day two even better was if UCLA pulled out a win.
And I knew the guys agreed—we’d all taken the same bet, wagering different amounts—some of us more vocal than others each time Baylor scored.
Ford was the loudest, slurring, “Fuuuck,” after the most recent dunk. He got up from his seat, pointing at the wall
