What I want after this world cup is over.
1. USA to NEVER host a World Cup.
2. Infantino to be booted out.
3. Hydration Breaks to never occur when temperatures are at a certain level.
4. Ticket prices to be capped at a reasonable amount.
5. USA to NEVER host a World Cup.
Han aumentado de 32 a 48 selecciones.
Pasamos de 64 a 104 partidos.
El torneo pasa de 30 a 40 días.
Pausa de hidratación para dar paso a publicidad.
La avaricia de la FIFA es demencial.
They aren’t even hiding what these hydration breaks are about. It’s 75 degrees under a roof at SoFi, the announcer says “that’s the end of the first quarter,” and then it’s straight to commercials. The game is gone.
@TheJerzWay Ive been looking at Spain, my sister and two roommates live happy making €15,000 a year with great work balance. And we make 100k here in the states and eveverything is so fucking expensive!!!
@ronrule Doing this for 20 years (serving) there are levels to this game like anything in life. There is amazing hospitality and then there are order takers.
Was at a blackjack table in Vegas a few weeks ago after a conference.
This older guy sits down next to me.
Maybe early 60s.
He was wearing some plain polo shirt with nothing flashy.
Betting $25 chips while everyone else at the table is throwing down hundreds.
I figured he was just some casual gambler killing time.
He started a convo asking if I was new there.
"Yeah, came around here for a conference and im just chilling"
We started talking between hands.
Asked him what he does.
"I own laundromats."
I nodded, and didn't think much of it.
Then he mentioned he has 40 of them across Arizona and New Mexico.
Did the math in my head. This guy is sitting on probably $30M+ in assets and he's betting $25 a hand.
I asked him why he plays so small.
He answered with a wild story of his brother
"I watched my brother lose $2M in a single night at a table just like this one."
"He was much smarter than me, better at business, better instincts and even better at pulling women ahah"
"But he couldn't control what made him feel good."
He said his brother built a real estate company, sold it for $8M, and was broke within 3 years.
Burned it all on gambling, cars and women.
Always trying to feel like a big shot every single day.
"He's 67 years old and works at Home Depot now."
"But as for me, I only bet what I'd be fine setting on fire. $25 is entertainment, $500 is ego"
"I don't care about feeling rich as long as I stay rich"
Then he said something I kept thinking about while still in Vegas
"Poor people and rich people chase the same feeling. That hit of 'I'm winning.'
The difference is poor people let the feeling control them, while rich people control when they feel it."
He said the wealthiest guys he knows are the most boring.
"They get their excitement from watching their accounts grow, not from watching people's reactions when they pull up somewhere."
He cashed out his chips. Couldn't have been more than $400.
"I've been coming to this same casino for 20 years. Never lost more than $1,000 in a single trip. My brother lost everything in one night trying to feel alive."
He shook my hand and left.
I sat there for a minute thinking about my own habits.
What I spend money on when I'm feeling low...
And what I chase when I want to feel like I'm winning.
It's easy to think being rich is just about what you buy.
But it's also about what you don't allow to control you even when it won't hurt your pocket.
I travel for work. A lot. I was at a steakhouse in Dallas, eating alone at the bar. Next to me was a young guy in a military uniform. He was eating a baked potato and a side salad. Nothing else. He kept eyeing the steaks coming out of the kitchen, then looking at his wallet. I flagged the bartender. "Put his tab on mine," I whispered. "And send him the ribeye. Tell him it’s a mistake from the kitchen." The bartender grinned. "You got it." Ten minutes later, the huge steak landed in front of the kid. "I didn't order this," he said, panicked. "I can't pay for this." "Kitchen messed up," the bartender lied perfectly. "Manager said to eat it or we have to trash it." The kid ate like he hadn't seen food in a week. When he finished, he asked for the check. "Covered," the bartender pointed at me. The kid turned to me. "Sir, I..." "Thank you for your service," I said. "Get home safe." He stood up, shook my hand, and walked out taller than he walked in. If you have more than you need, build a longer table, not a higher fence.
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