This morning (and any morning that I bet on Wimbledon) my fingers effortlessly found a Wimbledon scoreboard with minimal brain activity.
As my eye finally focused on the score, my brain glanced at the numbers and sent Kubot the "Jason Jinx" quicker than Mongolian BBQ goes through me. Which is pretty fast.
Kobut was up two sets and had match point in a third game tie breaker. Reading this set line, I was a little upset that the game was practically over because I wanted to watch some of it. But with my recent betting trend, I figured beggers can't be choosers.
It was that one second of wanting this game to last just a bit longer that essentially fucked Kobut.
The minute I turned on the game Kubot seemed to be fighting to stay alive. It ended up being a great five set match. However, this guy got "royally" screwed once again.
I guess that's what I get for betting on a Polak. (It's ok I can say that, I'm 1/10 Polish. Or can I say that? Hmm shit. It's already been said.)
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