Karen is now a sports bettor.
This will be good.
Is there a band wagon she DOESN'T try to jump on?
Can't wait for all of her picks and sage explanations in their support.
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"Mammie, go gets me 'dat copy o' "Sport Ill-strated," I and I jus' found at de bus stop. I and I needs to figure out hows to bet all de upcoming games."
Her long suffering mother stopped scrubbing the linoleum, took off her rubber gloves, swallowed a big belt of fortified wine and handed Karen the magazine.
"Now 'dat I and I is a sports gamblin' expert I and I is gonna win big."
Mammie let fly a stealthy toot of uncertainly bordering on disagreement.
"Chile, why is you all a sudden sayin' you knows jack shit 'bout sports? You is no athlete and has never watched sports on TV: fo' you it all be about scamming fools online, eatin' chicken and shittin' de flo'. "
"Shut yo' mouf, mammie...you knows I and I has a condition 'dat causes me to shit de flo."
Once again mammie regretted having shared the advice with Karen which the Magic Eight Ball presented when asked long ago why she shit de flo,' but that was urine under the bridge.
"Where is you gwine get de money to makes dese sport bets? You be broke as a joke."
"I and I reached out to my casino friends for money, dey always comes thru, jus' you wait and see."
Mammie took another deep pull from the bottle and got back to scrubbing, knowing in her heart that like always, her daughter's latest endeavor would once again blow up in her face.
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