You Know You're A Degenerate If...

Do you think you might have a problem? Does someone you know have a problem with gambling? If you are not sure the answer to those questions, you will absolutely find it here......

Betting on every game on the board is your only option.

You find yourself betting a 10 game parlay with multiple sports involved.

Finding yourself at 1:30 AM screaming at your TV during a Hawaii vs Navy game, or a Mountain West College Basketball game.

You catch yourself hearing yourself say ”I'm Just One Parlay Away From Breaking Even”.

Asking your bookie for more credit because it's Tuesday and you're already at your credit limit.

Sitting in your car watching the 4th quarter of a game because your week depends on it.

You get angry when someone even mutters the word LOCK during everyday life.

When you think betting the under is a good idea.….

You have a lucky shirt/socks/hat you must wear when you are down big and need to get out of the gutter..

You started betting on sports because you love sports and money… Now you're broke and hate sports.

You have teams you will never like again, players you can never trust again because they cost you more money than you will ever admit.

Betting on all 4 quarters, both halves, and multiple sports because you need to spread your money out like it is a stock portfolio.

You bet on something you know absolutely nothing about just because you need to fill your hunger.

You have a friend that bets on strange things and you slide in his DMs for advice.

You bet on the national anthem during the Superbowl because you have a “source”.

You have said “Everyone knows, Tails Never Fails”.

You have said “I don't have a problem, you have a problem”.

You have lost every dime in the sports book, but went on a hot streak at the tables to only be down a few grand.

You've bet on award shows when there's no sports on.

You've bet on Madden Simulations just so you can feel something.

You’ve told a taxi driver that you have lost everything, your rent, your dog, your fiance, he says “Welcome to Vegas, My Friend”.

You’ve said that you’re done gambling for good, knowing damn well you will bet on the first game on the slate in the morning.

When people ask why you are the way you are now, and you know exactly what game and day made you this way.

When you are riding with “your guy” and he's on a cold streak so you ask your degenerate friends if they have “a guy”. Everyone has a guy. EVERYONE.