Greed

Another lifelong mental foible that I manage to carry over into my wagering activities is something that is, in me, the most over-developed of the seven deadly sins(of course I perform all of them). This one is greed. Yet another example of this showed itself at Kelso today. Laid a nag in a laying strategy outlined in an earlier notice (see 'Racing certainty' if for what is actually very sound advice) and then watched the race at SportsTraders, grubby mitts hovering over the mouse in readiness for evasive wagering should the race go against me.



As usual the beast went off in front, but was surrounded by rivals approaching 2 out and layers over-reacted, pushing the thing out to 100, even though it stays longer than the mother-in-law, and is as game as a pebble. A gilt-edged opportunity for a nice trade; laid at 4.8, chance to back it at 100, a veritable no-brainer, as people with no brain are wont to remark.



Not good enough for old greed-guts here though; couldn't bring myself to part with a miserable ten quid to remove all risk and guarantee a reasonable profit. You know what happened, the blasted nag battled back and held on all-out to win. Instead of whoops of delight, all that could be heard from behind my trading station were muffled squawks, growling, a long drawn-out sigh, and disturbing declarations of self-loathing.


Too greedy. Not parting with a few saucepans ended up costing a me a lump.

Greed is most definitely one of my top 20 personal defects. In fact, it is probably in the top 3(no mean feat).

So rare is it that my rancid gob is free from obstruction by alien objects that it is surprising I still manage to bore everyone rigid with with my demented rantings.