Again, she was financed to the hilt-and very questionably, at that-by her father's shadowy fund-raising methods.
Yet, she still lost by 20% to a relative unknown on a statewide basis. She had her own money-from truck stop casino slot machine businesses her father set her up in-and Calvin's, and that means she put the street money out there.
They know the Gold Dust Twins in New Orleans, as well as the bosses and street machines there and up in the River Parishes in Nawth Loozyana.
Yet she still got obliterated by 20% points to an unknown like Jay Dardenne?
I think LaDemo's are probably more interested in getting their hooks into Fayard's Dad for his moolah.
Chris: Fuck the Haters.
Your writing has driven me to destroy the spine of your book from overuse.
Those that don't understand how integral sports are to the backbone of New Orleans sadly missed out on a large part of the cultural experience that is being a South Louisianian, and a New Orleanian, in specific.
To paraphrase a rather "prodigal son", Dad, forgive 'em if they don't like your stories. They know not what sports are about.
Truth be told, they were probably cursed to the purgatory of being a fan of the Tulane Green Wave in their formative years, which in an of itself would completely destroy ones sense of value in organized sports in the lives of our youth.
Chris, hadn't been around in awhile to find this, & honestly thought you'd have checked in a little more. I hope everything is alright.
I dig it. Evidently, I dig it the most.
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