My Attempted Foray into Sports Betting

I tried. I got this great idea, a sort of journey, to bring you readers with me on. I was going to dip my toes into the world of sports gambling.

I had a plan that I would blog each step. Account setup, to my first bet, to my first loss (and probably a few more), to my first win (maybe)….but it was not meant to be.

Now I say this with a caveat of, I know nothing. There’s a chance that I was the one that screwed up, and I am worried about nothing. If this is the case, feel free to leave a comment saying I am dumb. This is what happened.

Having talked this idea over with a friend of mine at work, whom I trust, I decided I would dig into the logistics of setting up an online sports gambling account. I love sports, and I would love to use my knowledge to make a buck or two, so I had interest. I’m even good at cutting myself off when need be, so I wasn’t worried about getting hooked. Through my inter-web research, I concluded I would sign up with for starters.

I created my account, filled in the necessary info, and made my initial deposit…which is where this took a turn. Whenever you finish inputting the info for the deposit, you are prompted to call the website’s customer service to confirm the deposit, so I did. The fellow on the other end seemed nice enough. While he put my info in to the system, he held a personal conversation with a coworker, talking about some chili he had and the negative effects on his stomach, using a few choice words. That didn’t totally bother me, and he even apologized when he realized his conversation was being broadcast through the phone. The problem came next.

He began by attempting to persuade me to deposit more, offering me a little incentive deal. I told him no thanks, I was just trying this out, and the amount I put is the amount I am willing to use, and no more. He then pushed, trying for a little less, and I gave him a firm no. Another second passed and he told me my deposit hadn’t come through and asked me if my card is set up for international transactions. This got my hair standing on end.

“Why’s this?” I asked, quite confused.

“Our servers that process the transaction are in China, so it will look to your card like you are making an international transaction,” was the answer.

Certainly, my bank does have an issue with me trying to make a purchase in China…because I am in Ohio. So Ithanked him for helping me and I’ll figure it out and call back.

Spoiler alert….I am not calling back. Here’s why…

In my attempt to search the webs and find out if this is normal, I found an intriguing thing. Banks are legally obligated to decline any transaction involving online gambling. It’s sad that I work for a bank and don’t know this, but I ain’t exactly a genius. Nevertheless, this is where my interest in pursuing this idea ended.

As mainstream as it is, sports gambling still requires some hoop-jumping-through. Maybe I am missing a big piece of the puzzle, here, but I am not going any further with the idea. Like I said, if you know more than I about this, drop me a line. Until I know more, though, this will go down as an idea I had for the blog…and nothing more.


I’m Back…or at Least Trying to Be

So, I might be lazy….ok, I am lazy. I’m writing this post something like 6 months (I din’t look) since my last one. Heck, if you want to get technical, I for sure haven’t written all year, so yeah, bad Frederick.

That being said, consider this my re-re-re-foray into regular posting. I promise I will try, can’t really do much beyond that. All vamping aside, this is just a general post. A sort of refresher, get to know the guy typing, post.

I enjoy being me. I’m comfortable in my own skin. I laugh what I laugh at, and it really doesn’t bother me if what I am laughing at makes you shake your head. In fact, that will make me laugh more.

I am happy with myself physically, as well. Definitely got the “dad bod” going on…because beer and stuff…but that doesn’t bother me. What does bother me is getting fitted for a suit…which is why I work out, currently. Now when I say work out, I mean I use a treadmill and then flail my arms about while clutching some sort of weight in my hands. I have as much knowledge of what I am doing in the gym as does a sumo wrestler at a weight watchers meeting. That said, I still try.

The whole thought about getting fitted for a suit stems from thinking about two weddings this year in which I am closely tied, my own, and my best friend JD’s. Got to get a suit for both of em…and having a person (man or woman does not make it any less awkward) measure my body is just hilarious. I figured I could at least make it less of a guffaw when I hear the measurements if I go to the gym at least a handful of times in the next half year. As someone who is famous once sang, it’s the climb.

And, yeah, dieting is out the window, so you can stuff that in a sack. I like food.

So I figure I can be active at the gym for a bit each day, and then try out that thing that Alex Guerrero has Tom Brady doing where he trains his mind to not get hurt. I’ll just use my time in front of the television watching college basketball to teach my mind to make my body not as fat. Not the craziest idea there’s ever been, right? Sweet, now pass me the chips…


Writing is enjoyable. I have written for money before. Whether it was for a paper, for a website, or for an athletic department, I have put pen to paper fingers to keyboard and written about sports and other things. Mostly sports, though.

I also know myself. I love sports, but I get bored of sticking to one lane for an extended period of time. I enjoy movies, music, video games, and lots of food, beer, and wine. In order to write about whatevs, I figured I’d create my own space. Insert Frederick’s Folio.

Fun fact, my middle name is Frederick, so that’s where that came from. Then I googled what folio meant, and found out it worked, and voila. This will be the place where you can get a unique perspective on just about anything. I hope I bring a smile to your face, all 3 of you who will end up reading this, and maybe enlighten you. Though, I’m not counting on the latter…

So, just as the President is fond of ending his tweets, “enjoy!”

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