我的堕落赌徒之年

Illustrations by Tyler Comrie TO LOSE MONEY GAMBLING ON THEM. O n a Thursday evening in Sep- tember, I excused myself from the family dinner table and slipped into my bedroom. I didn’t want my kids to see what I was about to do. I promised the bishop that I would steer clear of slippery slopes. “This will really just be a journalistic exercise,” I assured him. Fifteen minutes before kickoff, I scrolled through the available wagers on Draft Kings in wide-eyed bewilderment. Struggling to make sense of the terminology—Profit boosts? Alternative spreads?—I punched in bets almost at random. …