Punt Pod – Podcast Launched

Been working on some other projects of late, on of them is Punt Pod. As the highly creative name suggests, its a free podcast where we chat sport and specifically punting on it. We do have some guests lined up too, with a focus on those that love a bet and ideally a beer. Some of the guests are famous, some will be and some not at all, but should be some fun to hear their stories. We will be doing our (both co-hosts) best bets each pod and thanks to TopSport.com.au we have $100 each to put on our best of the pod with all proceeds going to a charity each quarter. We’re still looking for the first charity to be the beneficiary of our millions of winnings. If you have a charity that you would like to offer up please contact us at:

Punt Pod Twitter – www.twitter.com/puntpod

Punt Pod Facebook – www.facebook.com/puntpod

Punt Pod Gmail – puntpod@gmail.com

Give us a follow, like, retweet, share, subscribe, all that good shit. Look forward to hearing your best degenerate stories and sharing them with the degen community.

P.s. we’re on iTunes too https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/punt-pod/id1257535384?mt=2

Cheers Mac

I went on “Gold Coast Vs Drew Kruck” Podcast

I went on “Gold Coast Vs Drew Kruck” Podcast

The other week I went on Drew Kruck’s podcast, “Gold Coast Vs Drew Kruck”. It was so much fun. I’ve known Drew personally for 3 years, we shared the experience of Fight Like A Pro, both having gone through the program and fought in the ring under the guidance of Gavin Topp. You all know Drew though, Drew has been in your living room for a decade or more, Drew is the famous son on the Titan shed ad’s “you’ll be lucky you got a Titan” etc. But Drew is so much more than that, Drew is the kind of guy that does things a little bit different in life. He’s an entrepreneur, a music lover, a member of a band and the host of a great Podcast.

I hope you enjoy episode #164 as much as I enjoyed making it.

http://goldcoastvsdrewkruck.com/luke-macdonald-professional-gambling-sport-poker-lukey-mac-punt-pod-164/

Cheers Mac

“Everyone should go at least once”

“Everyone should go at least once”

A friend of mine who’s a regular in India says; “everyone should go at least once” and I agree with that wholeheartedly. He doesn’t even like cricket really, but God, if you do, there isn’t a better place in the world to be. This was my second trip to India, but the first to experience cricket, I have to say it was definitely in my top few holiday experiences; cricket loaded adventure. So much is owed to the Aussie Cricket Team as without their efforts early on in the series, I wouldn’t have gone. I booked one way flights months earlier but had intentions to ditch it if we were getting walloped. At 1-1 and right in the contest, the deep buried love for my boys arose to the surface. My excitement fired up “Dave” on Reddit, an Aussie expat living in Saigon. Didn’t think he would actually turn up. That was emphasised by me writing him off when he first mentioned it on the thread:

Reddit thread with Dave Barbeler

No accommodation, no travel insurance, no medical shots, no worries. Bec’s a big planner when going on holidays so I took this opportunity to plan as little as possible. All I had was flights when I left, I booked an AirBnB for Kolkata during my stopover in Kuala Lumpur. The accommodation was basic in furnishings, but a fully self contained top level apartment at only $22 a night, you’d have to be high maintenance to complain. Joydeep the host was a fucking “ledge” too, only 3 levels down in the same building he was extremely accommodating, checking me in at the absurd time of 2.00am. I was up early the next morning checking out what Kolkata had to offer. A 10 INR ($0.20), 6 stop metro ride to “Esplanade” had me in the heartbeat of the city. Being a cricket trip, the first thing I noticed was the big lights of the famous Eden Gardens. As an Aussie Eden Gardens is probably more infamous than famous, regardless, it got the cricket juices flowing. Got some help from a local guy who took me to a little restaurant for breakfast. Told him “I don’t care what it is, I’ll try it, I just want to eat where locals eat”. He didn’t let me down, I had two plates of “Chana” including a couple of “Paratha“, bottle of water and it was all under $2.50.

 

Being mostly “planless” I wandered over towards Eden Gardens. Wasn’t very far down the road when I saw the mighty “Sukchar U. F. C.” cricket club warming up for their match and ducked over to inspect the facilities. As usual it was fucking dry as a Nun’s cunt and looked like it would rag at right angles from ball one. I bowled a few and whacked a few down the ground before moving on to Eden Gardens to see if I could have a peek inside. The security were nice enough to let me get in there and have a sticky beak. Quite weird being the only patron in the stands of a big ground like that, got to check out the facilities just roaming around until I got the boot. Shame that I couldn’t get to ground level as probably would have pushed the limits and gone out on the hallowed turf.

 

In the shadows of Eden Gardens there were tonnes of cricket clubs. From memory it was a Wednesday and there were hundreds of young (some school aged) men playing cricket. It wasn’t school holidays, they were allowed to have the day off to play, lucky cunts. I pulled up a chair to watch some 2nd grade “Cricket Club of Bhawanipor” action. The boys were interested to know what I was doing. We chatted for a while as their match was delayed due to a wet outfield. Umpires called an early lunch, the captain and coach offered for me to have lunch with them which I couldn’t turn it down. @Relaxer_ said it looked like shit, that’s because he eats caviar everyday #ballerlife. Personally I thought it was quite good, free feeds always taste that bit better too. I had to head off before the end of the days play but the boys had their opposition reeling after sending them in on dust bowl 5/45, hope they got the job done.

 

Had a round of golf at Tollygunge Club in Kolkata. Like a lot of things in India it was fuck around just to get on the course. I had to hire cart, pay green fees, hire clubs, buy balls, buy tees and load a food and drink card in 5 different places rather than at one counter. After almost giving up, I got out there with my caddy that I was forced to hire. I found out he was worth the $7 though when on the 4th tee I “shanked” one hard left in the water and he ran off after it, meeting me 10 mins later on the green with my lost ball. I was lucky enough to join with a member of Tollygunge just before my second shot on the 5th. He was an investment banker who spent 3 years in Melbourne. It was excellent to play with him as he knew and had access to members benefits; fresh coconut water on holes 6 and 15, lunch and lemon drink at the halfway club house.

 

On to the Ranchi and what I came for, cricket! I met up with Dave from Reddit who was already in town and had met another Aussie couple Jay & Ruby. We ate at what would turn out to be our favourite restaurant in Ranchi “Kathi Kabab“. We had a couple of beers down the road to get acquainted with one another but hit the hay early to get up for day 1 in Ranchi. Upon arrival at the ground, it was a fuck around to get tickets (standard) as there was only one box office. If your gate entry wasn’t near the box office you had a bit of a hike each morning. Knowing there was no grog inside, we snuck copious amounts in to mix with our Sprite and Pepsi’s. I thought it was all over when one of the Ushers from the ground said “this is not good” as he watched me pouring Vodka into a Sprite cup from 2 meters away. In the end though, I don’t think he wanted to make it his problem to kick out the white guy.

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Being only 4 years old, JSCA International Stadium has very nice facilities, spacious and clean. Winning the toss and getting on top early I was pretty vocal and it wasn’t long before my chanting and arm waving for boundaries had the locals firing back with some very poor banter of their own. Mostly though, they just wanted to sit near us and take not so subtle photos of us to show to their family and friends later. They could have just asked, we would have said “yes” to a photo majority of the time anyway. It sounds fucked, but we found out pretty quick that white skin will get you a long way in Ranchi. Lunch day 1 and a few of us were able to walk through multiple security access points without passes to have a buffet lunch in a corporate box. This became a daily thing on days 2-5 and we barely got a sideways look at any stage.

 

“I want a photo with Sudhir” was one of my brainwaves. A thrive of activity compared to where we were, the “cheap seats” where Sudhir was frequenting, didn’t stop cheering all day even though we were winning the battle on the field. We were told by guards “its not safe for you in there” upon trying to enter but forced our way into the action anyway. It was so much fun in with the locals, it’s the closest Ruby, Jay, John and I will be to feeling famous. We were mobbed, I reckon I took over 150 selfies in about 15 minutes, it was peaking. Pushing through to get to Sudhir, I got the shot I needed with him and after shouting “AUSTRALIAAAAAAA” a few times to whip the crowd into a frenzy I was out of there.

 

Next part in Ranchi is best summarised by the still frames I got.

 

So is this the last part of Ranchi too…

 

Draw, 1-1 still, on to Dharamsala we go with all series results in play. I don’t think you could pick two more different Indian cities than Ranchi and Dharamsala. One had barely seen any tourism in its time, the other was thriving with jet setters. With the cricket in town it was “Aussie cricket Bogans” meets “Buddhists on a spiritual journey”. I had drinks with Daniel who is a scorer for the BBC after we shared a cab from the airport earlier that day. Mel Farrell, Jarrod Kimber, Arya Yuyutsu and Adam Collins joined us and we cricket “nuffied” it up, chatting all sorts about the game played in heaven. Finding out we both had plans to climb Triund Hill, Adam and I teed up a trip together the next morning. It was every bit as good as TripAdvisor suggests.

 

Peter Lalor was really the catalyst for this trip after he assured me that “Dharamsala and Cape Town” were two grounds a cricket lover must get to. I’m yet to go to Cape Town but he was fucking bang on with Dharasmala, what an incredible venue to watch cricket. The security was a lot tighter there, no sneaking into corporate boxes, Christ I had to leave my hotel key and coins outside the ground. They tried to make me leave my phone and charger too, but I got shitty and the white skin played its part again as the locals didn’t get the reprieve I did with this issue.

 

Traveling with Dave was great. He’s one of those people that just talks to randoms and befriends them. It made for having a good crew and in Dharamsala our crew grew by 5 when John, Jess, Mac, Jem & Brian joined the ranks. For the whole trip we had a good crew rolling which definitely made the experience all the more enjoyable. All in all this rates in my top few trips away overseas, I love India, I love cricket and that probably helps, but even if you don’t love cricket; “everyone should go at least once”.

 

Cheers Mac

“Why would you leave the summer and go to the winter”?

I got asked this a lot and the answer is for love. Makes you do some crazy things. Bec had been offered a marketing internship in Essen just outside of Dusseldorf, I had the flexibility to pick up and go over so I did. You have to remember that for me, seeing snow and experiencing the cold was something new. Growing up mostly in Queensland or 90% of places in Australia for that matter, you can’t have those experiences. Was it too cold? Fucking oath it was, but still, I have fond memories of the experience already.

It was a 12 week trip in all, so I’ll be mindful to keep it short and punchy as possible.

I connected with Bec in Paris as her two week break commenced, shortly before Christmas. Paris was ok, I’m not sure but I think it’s around 20 countries I’ve visited now and Paris was the first time I had felt unsafe. I wasn’t sure why, but it just didn’t feel right and I told Bec to hold her handbag tight. That instinctive feeling was right when 15 minutes later we watched a lady have her phone stolen from her. It was literally taken from her hand, the thief casually walked away. He picked the wrong bitch to mess with though. This woman was 5 foot high, seemingly from a rough part of the US and she staunched the cunt. The thief returned her phone just to shut her up and stop the slapping to the head.

Paris had all the sights and things you expected but nothing really wowed me. When I went to Agra to see the Taj Mahal, I had expectations, but it wowed me. The Eiffel Tower and it’s friends didn’t. The people for the most part were a bunch of snotty nosed tools, with a few helpful, locals mixed in. Also if I’m honest, wine, cheese and bread aren’t three of my favourite things so I couldn’t really get into the cuisine either. One of the funnier times was on the walk to the Eiffel Tower, where a shady looking ‘shell game’ was being run. There were quite a few people playing though, lots of noise and being a confirmed “sicko on the punt”, it peaked my interest. The turnover of Euros and cheering from the people playing seemed fishy. Why would these people keep playing a game where they are likely to lose and on top of that be betting 50 or 100 Euros at a time (then again Pokies players do this in their droves)? 5 or 10 Euros, ok, I understand, but there was big cash being turned over here. Something wasn’t right. What really gave it away was Bec and I could see which cup the ball was under, yet these people at 50 Euros a hit would pick the wrong cup repeatedly. Bec and I have good eyes but how can we both be seeing it and the people paying and playing can’t? I decided to walk away from the game and watch from 25 meters away, almost instantly they stopped playing, until another tourist came along and BOOM, the game would take off again. It was clear that they were all in on it at this point. I later found out that many people have been stung playing this in Paris and other areas of Europe (I thought I was sick, read some of the stories in the comments).

I must give an honourable mention to Palace of Versailles though. Thanks to @armodan for putting us on to it. It was a bit of a shame not to see the gardens in full flight of summer, but still this was certainly worth the 45 minute train ride each way, very cool. Paris overall is one of those places that I can say; “been there, done that”, highly unlikely to visit again though.

 

White Christmas in Vienna. No, not the “Devil’s Dandruff”, actual snow was forecast which for a couple of Aussie’s was exciting to think about. We stayed in an AirBnB smack bang in the middle of the action. The pebble stoned roads and Renaissance style buildings were quite attractive on the eye. Our options for food were thin night 1 as it was the night before Christmas Eve. In Austria they have their Christmas celebrations on Christmas Eve, weirdos. Additionally we had a Vegetarian out with us this night which made restaurant selection more difficult. We ate at Morris Restaurant & Bar, what a fucking shit hole. There is nothing good you could say about it (see some of the scathing reviews here), not even the drinks were good, well, they just didn’t come at all so it was hard to tell. To the waiter’s credit he came to the table and said “I made a mistake, I’ll kill myself later”, sadly, I saw him the next day serving tables and he wasn’t dead. Other than that culinary experience, Vienna was beautiful. I really loved it and would like to see more of Austria one day.

I had been to Prague once before with four mates. Once I saw the itinerary was missing the “four floors of whores club”, I knew it would be a different trip from the last. News to me that Prague has a castle, was that there when I was here 7 years ago? The castle was a good site to see actually, I get into that sort of shit and we had a great view of the city at the end of our walk through. Pro tip; get the bus up to the top and walk down the hill through the castle, particularly good if you’re lazy like me. News.com.au listed the Astronomical Clock as the worst tourist attraction in Europe and our free walking tour guide said people are often let down by the hourly show. But the most let down are the people who show up at 11pm daily to watch. The clock only does an hourly show from 9am-10pm. Having a sadistic streak, I made sure I was there at 11pm one night to watch the disappointment on the tourists faces, pleasing stuff. Legend has it that Master Hanuš; creator of the clock had his eyes pulled out by the King so he couldn’t make another clock like it. So to fuck them up, he threw himself into the cogs of the clock, broke the clock and committed suicide at the same time. Being the only one that knew how to make/ fix it, the clock remained unused for 100 years I think it was. What a savage cunt. Ate great food in Prague, our favourite was Lokal, place was fucking amazing. We got told “if you eat somewhere where it feels like the waitress is about to punch you in the face and beer is less than 50 korunas then you’re in the right place”. Lokal definitely ticked all those boxes.

Berlin, against seemingly all other points of view, I didn’t rate. One of my best mates lives there so thats a credit to it, but other than that, pretty ordinary joint. I mean the war stuff was quite interesting, in a horrifyingly confronting way. After a while though, it’s like “ok Hitler was a cunt, I get it”. Did spend New Years there which turned out to be a flop because Bec got lost from the group we were with and I spent 45 mins including while the countdown was on looking for her. Fearing the worst, I was running around like Liam fucking Neeson in ‘Taken’, having visions of her being drugged, rapped and organs sold on the freezing streets of Berlin somewhere. Needless to say when she was found, she had all her organs.

Home was in Essen, just outside Dusseldorf. Pretty sure I was the first tourist to come to Essen because the number one thing to do on TripAdvisor was to go to the shopping centre. Fuck me, this place was about as shit as it comes for things to do. There were some good places around to visit, apparently. I didn’t go, I just couldn’t deal with the weather all in all, just wore me down. The whole thing of putting on 50 items of clothing to go get a Döner was doing my fucking nut in. Living in the cold sucks, good to visit, but living there was mostly shit, we have it so good in Australia, made me realise that. Bec and I shared her University accommodation for 10 weeks, I think a good real estate agent would have described the space as “cosy”. It was mostly self contained though, with a shared kitchen. Was good for me as I got to stay rent free as the cost was already covered in Bec’s internship costing. The best thing about Essen was the trips on the Autobahn when we went too and from Berlin each time. Got something with a little more power for the 2nd trip and had it sailing along at 240 k’s which was fun.

Got over to the land of Fosters beer and terrible teeth. Was good fun actually, caught up with a few boys from Twitter. It’s a strange feeling actually, meeting someone you’ve chatted to a lot online, feels like you’ve known them a long time despite never having met. I started out in London where the great man @EWThief145 took me into his home. While there caught up with a few other boys from Twitter including; @ravi_layer@SimUKCricket@Ben_E89 & The Universe Mong @WoakesBravo4lyf . NFL playoffs were happening while I was there, so one night we all got together at ‘The Hippodrome’ in London. They have a filth setup there where you can watch the game on a big screen in a theatre type setup. The view from the top was exceptional, the beers and wings weren’t bad either. After the game, @WoakesBravo4lyf and I hit the Blackjack tables, not sure how he went but I was launching in like any “BIG STRONG AUSSIE” would and did my fucking conkers. HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!

After a few more nights on the town, pissing up around London, I caught the coach up to ‘the Toon’ to see @JM5portsAnalyst. I scored a good deal on a room through @JM5portsAnalyst, a typical truck stop type motel setup, basic but got what you need, bed, bathroom and TV. As we walked off with the key the lady behind the counter said “have fun youse two”, fuck sake, she thinks we’re about to plot each other. @JM5portsAnalyst would be so lucky, believe you me. Ducked up the road later for a few bevies, the drunker this cunt got, the harder it was to understand him. It was like he was speaking another language, later I found out he was, kept talking about “the Ben”, “the Ben” this, “the Ben” that. Not to be rude I’m thinking “Ben” must be his brother in law or a mate he was talking about earlier. I didn’t say anything until I was so lost and asked “who is Ben”? “The Bairn, my daughter, thats what we call a kid up here”. Mental patients these Northerner’s how the fuck do you get “bairn” from “baby”.

Got out to a Toon, FA Cup replay, fuck the city was rocking that night. I quite liked Newcastle actually, was something charming about the place, sort of small town vibe, but clearly very established. The locals turned out in their droves for the match, incredible scenes. We went to a few bars before hand for an authentic night out, cheap piss, no fucking around, genuine experience. Chinese dinner before the game too, but no discount for the work @JM5portsAnalyst  had done at the shop 6 months back had him absolutely seething. No piss allowed at the football, fucking what? Never heard of such a thing, how come all these fights and things happening but everyone is sober? Sniffed some out at half time though down under the stands. Few songs were sung by ‘the Toon’ supporters about Dwight Yorke and his retarded kid and most importantly the home side got the win!

There was one more trip back to Berlin, mainly went back because of my mate who lives there. He wasn’t there last time we visited. There’s not much to say I didn’t already say, shit hole to me, but some would love it.

Aix-en-Provence was an absolute highlight of the holiday. This place was incredible. I absolutely loved it! I’m told the whole southern part of France is amazing, sadly didn’t have much time to explore it this time but I will be back. The way the trip to “Aix” came about was a one in a million really. Hobart, Australia v South Africa, 3rd test, I was there for the cricket and stayed in an AirBnB with 5 other guests. Truth is, the place wasn’t really fit for 7 of us (5 guests and 2 hosts), but there was no room in Hobart. With the test on (and something else I can’t remember), everything was booked. Making the most of it, I suggested that we all go out for dinner together. We all got on great and when Dom and Mon found out I was coming to Europe they said I really should come and see Aix-en-Provence. Fast forward 4 months and we had arrived in “Aix”.

I’m so glad we made it over there on a weekend trip. The whole experience was made particularly special by the fact that Dom and Mon lived in an 18th century mansion. This place was huge and still very much in its original form inside and out. The kitchen had been re-done, but other than that, you didn’t have to imagine how this would have looked when it was built. The garden grounds were beautifully manicured and considering the vacinity to the city centre, quite large. We stayed in our own wing with a bathroom, bedroom and sitting area. It was magnificent. The city itself was beautiful, quite quaint, yet it still had a modern edge. The shopping there was extremely high end, all the big brands there in original architecture. Food incredible and the weather is great 99% of the year I’m told, mind you we did hit one day of rain whilst there. We will definitely be back to explore the coastline in the near future.

Brugge was the last stop before beginning the trek home. It was like a cleaner version of Amsterdam to me. I liked it without being in love with it. I think by this stage I’d seen a lot of similar type cities already. Got to see the first stock exchange ever created, think to this day it still runs out of the same building. Did share an experience with Bec one night where we split a “dip, sip, trip” chocolate drink. Fucking near killed me, the head movies I was having were not healthy. Will never forget it mind you, was quite the “trip”.

It was cheaper to stop in Japan on the way home, having heard nothing but great things, we decided to stay for a few weeks. It was really cool to be able to connect with Bec’s two sisters and their partners on this leg of the trip. Most of them hadn’t left Australia before so it was always going to be great to share that moment with them. We started out in Tokyo and as typically happens when on tour somewhere, everyone got a bit excited early and really gave the piss and karaoke a good nudge in Golden Gai. We got to the fish market and auction which wasn’t as good as I’d hoped, but the exclusivity of the auction gave it some importance I guess. Would have been cool if there was a way to know how much the Tuna was being sold for.

A bullet train (which was an absolute experience) up to Iiyama Station was the next leg of the Japan adventure. From there a bus up the range to our accommodation at Nozawaonsen. Just like everything else in Japan, the snow had been talked up massively to me. Like everything else in Japan, it lived up to the hype. Wow. What a great little city with amazing snow falls. We only had 4 nights and 5 days there but in that time, managed to get an overnight fall of FOUR METERS OF SNOW! Expecting a big fall the night before I remember looking at a 7 meter tree outside our room window with about 1 meter of the stump covered. In the morning I could see around 1 meter of the top of the tree only. The fields were excellent, well maintained and our accommodation had a private Onsen. After a big day on the slopes, come home, put your stuff in the dry room downstairs and then jump straight into your private Onsen, incredible. Nozawaonsen is home to some snow monkeys too which I had to see. Seen tonnes of monkeys in my travels over the years, but never ones that chill in Onsens in the snow.

Honourable mention to Kyoto. Definitely enjoyed it, quite original and authentic in its ways. Got to the Golden Temple (Kinkaku-ji) which was a highlight. Seen so many temples they’re coming out of my “boonty”. But special ones like that are a must see.

 

Cheers Mac

 

e-Petition – “Stop banning winning punters”

Its time that the government/ sporting bodies listened to us! Please support our lobbying by signing our government e-petition (click here)

As many of you now know we’re lobbying the government in relation to a  better framework for sports betting with the Interactive Gambling Act (2001). There are concerns about the current sports betting landscape from punters which include but not limited to:

  • Problem gambling
  • Banning winning sports punters
  • Banning offshore sports wagering
  • Gambling advertising
  • Minimum bet laws

Problem gambling, despite my line of work, is something I care about. I’m not sure that in my lifetime we will solve this issue, however, there are steps that both the government and gambling providers could do to make a change. As always there is politics involved as gambling revenue brings in massive money to government coffers. It seems, that unlike cigarette smoking or alcohol which has been attacked by the government (and rightly so), problem gambling is just swept under the rug. The biggest taboo subject is pokie machines with roughly $12 billion out of $22 billion lost nationally each year on those ‘electronic vermin’. The rate at which people lose playing pokies is absolutely horrific and its about time a government did something about it. Its ruining households and communities as people fight to feed their addiction. You would be hard pressed to drink or smoke $1000 a day, but something like that is easy to do on a pokie machine.

Banning winning sports punters is a topic I could write about for pages and pages, but I’ll try to keep it brief. Corporate bookmakers are allowed to ban anyone who wins on sports betting and some racing markets. They are allowed to, pick and choose the bets they accept as well as the clients they keep. This practice was happening in all racing until recently when a group led by Richard Irvine lobbied the racing bodies and had them bring in “MINIMUM BET LAWS”. NSW racing to their credit was the first to bring in the laws (click link for details). Essentially it states ‘if you want to offer our product, “NSW racing”, you need to take a bet from all punters’. Since then Racing Victoria and others have followed suit. What politicians and sporting bodies fail to understand is that many of the above listed topics are interrelated. We’ve let foreign bookmakers breed like rats in the current landscape, allowing them to feast on the weak and vulnerable punters of Australia. Instead of bookmaking in the traditional sense, the lack of regulation has allowed corporate bookmakers to pick and choose their clients. This is not bookmaking, this is a vehicle to print money, where they take from the problem gambler. Our government and sporting bodies have/are allowing it to happen. Both governments and sporting bodies have a responsibility to look after their constituents and supporter base. Their financial well-being should be high on the agenda.  If sharp punters are able to bet with bookmakers, many of the industries current shortcomings go a long way to being resolved.

Banning offshore sports wagering is the latest move to help political relations. Xenophon and Wilkie want reform and rightly so. Whole bunch of reasons why offshore sports gambling should stop; taxes/ fees being the main one. It is mad that a whole lot of money goes outside of Australia without any revenue coming to the government or sporting/racing bodies that provide those products. No argument from me there. But they’re going about it the wrong way, for a start they’re trying to ban IP etc., essentially censoring the internet, really shit idea, good luck with that. I for one will be circumnavigating that block very easily as will all others who wager currently offshore. If the government instead asked “why are people wagering offshore”? Punters would tell them “we only go there so we can get a bet on as bookmakers have banned us from betting in Australia”. This brings us back to the need for “MINIMUM BET LAWS”. Bringing in the need for Australian bookmakers to take a bet from all punters would stop offshore sports wagering almost overnight bringing revenue to governments and racing/ sporting bodies who deserve and need the funds.

Gambling advertising is disgustingly bad. It has reduced in very recent times, however, the way in which we’ve allowed it to infiltrate our sporting culture is horrid. The business model which has been allowed to be practiced in Australia is to; rope in sports fan with promos/bonuses through advertising excessively during the match coverage and ad breaks. Then find the weakest, most vulnerable punters once they are clients and provide them with ongoing promos/bonuses to keep their betting turnover up. Allowing only the worst of the worst punters to continue gambling with them as they turn away anyone who wins. The business model allows for such huge marketing campaigns, bonuses and promotions because the “bookmaker” (I use that term lightly) can never lose. Because of this they can continue to pour more and more revenue into advertising to hook more future problem gamblers. Disgraceful cycle and one that could also be fixed with, you guessed it “MINIMUM BET LAWS”. Bringing in these laws will force bookmakers to change their business models which will force them to decrease advertising, bonuses and promotions.

Minimum bet laws will help with so many issues. Bringing in “MINIMUM BET LAWS” will stop or limit; offshore sports wagering, problem gambling in sports, advertising in sports wagering, promotions and bonuses in sports wagering, banning of winning punters. Take Centrebet as an example, they have just relaunched their brand and have now positioned themselves in the market as “a service for serious punters”. They are now betting to lose up to $10,000 from any punter on some deep sports markets. There are no fancy bonus bet promos, no bullshit marketing ads, no money back garbage. Why? Because they have taken up a real bookmaking model which doesn’t need or allow for such concepts. So immediately by taking a bet, Centrebet have overnight eliminated; advertising, promotions, bonuses, banning of winning punters and offshore sport wagering, incredible isn’t it?

Its time that the government/ sporting bodies listened to us! Please support our lobbying by signing our government e-petition (click here)

Cheer Mac

 

365 days done and dusted

365 days done and dusted

If you offered me $100,000 in my first year, I’d have bitten your arm off to take it. I think I’ve said it before, $40,000 was my goal, I thought if I can protect my $20,000 life roll (that was all the cash I had), make a little bit here and there and learn as much as I can I’ve got a shot. It’s pleasing to reflect on my successes as I write this and just how far I exceeded my goal.

This will be my final post on this blog, certainly in terms of ‘this is the running balance of what I’ve won or lost’ type thing. I have a specific audience and may still write to the audience, but instead it will be more along the lines of ‘NRL game reviews’ or something of the like. Not sure yet, but in it’s current format, this is the end of the blog posts.

Even after such a great year, it still doesn’t take much for the feelings of self doubt and concern to creep back in. The last couple of weeks I’ve managed to wipe off $6 or $7k from my balance. I understand my graph went upwards at 90 degrees from $20k to $100k and that couldn’t continue, but in these moments, stupid brain starts questioning the last year and wondering “how much of it really was just luck”? When nothing you bet goes your way, it’s very hard to imagine where your next win will come from. Making $100k seems so far away, bettering that in the upcoming year, a distant dream.

Experienced a lot this year, but still plenty to learn. I’m going through a totally new experience as I enter my second year on the job. This time last year I was weighed down by the fear of not being good enough to trade sport for a living. This year, the weight comes from the expectation of being able to not only replicate it but better it. $100k in a year won’t look so pretty if I only make $10k in my second year. Combined with other noise in my head about spending money, being away for bulk of the Aussie cricket summer and other personal issues, improvement in year 2 looks like Everest to climb at the moment.

One thing I will be doing this year is better record keeping. My record keeping was more than sufficient for my first year. A year on though, I want to go a lot deeper with it, I really only scratched the surface on records and data. One thing I’m looking forward to is tracking my ROI%. I didn’t know how to record my turnover for my traded markets, but after chatting to a few guys, we settled on (max liability during play / profit or loss = ROI). That will be cool to see turnover and ROI. From that, the ability to split my most profitable markets/ bet types and more importantly find the worst performing markets/ bet types.

Enrolled Uni to study Economics and Finance. Starting in June 2017, always thought I would end up at Uni somewhere along the line, just never had anything that has grabbed me. But numbers, data and the crossroads with sport is certainly an interest. Time will tell how that venture goes, I’m hopeful of getting plenty out of it and be interesting to see where it leads. I have something in mind, I’d love to work with an NRL club one day if I could. For the role I’d like to create, the club would need to be progressive in their thinking, I’m hopeful, maybe even overly optimistic.

I usually sign out with a simple P&L since my last post. For this final post though, I wanted to break down the numbers a little more to see where the money was mostly won and lost.

Rugby League +$65,189.29 (193 markets with turnover)

Cricket +$35,714.54 (416 markets with turnover)

AFL +$11,985.61 (117 markets with turnover)

Olympics +$1,046.85 (1 market with turnover)

Tennis +$1,831.04 (112 markets with turnover)

Running +$658.43 (8 markets with turnover)

Entertainment +$399.50 (1 market with turnover)

Golf +$357.29 (2 markets with turnover)

Ice Hockey +$333.80 (2 markets with turnover)

Swimming +$163.98 (3 markets with turnover)

Baseball +$118.41 (2 markets with turnover)

MMA +$99.60 (1 market with turnover)

Dart +$41.89 (2 markets with turnover)

Rugby Union -$278.07 (5 markets with turnover)

Gridiron -$465.26 (63 markets with turnover)

Politics -$591.14 (3 markets with turnover)

Basketball -$1,308.78 (31 markets with turnover)

Soccer -$2,998.73 (4 markets with turnover)

Horse Racing -$12,724,53 (610 markets with turnover)

+$24,439.80 account balance +$100,473.72 (1 year)

Cheers Mac

Betting profit and loss after 1 year
Betting profit and loss after 1 year
Individual bets since last update
Each individual market bet since my last update a couple of months ago.

Prophet or profit?

Prophet or profit?

I’m still here 10 months on. Been many times where I thought I wouldn’t be and many times where I had to tell myself “I would be”. This far in I understand I still don’t know everything, still don’t have the consistency or stake levels I would like to have, but I’ve well exceeded my wildest expectations so far. Originally I thought if I can make $40,000 in my first year and get paid while learning, great! To make $75,000 in 10 months, crazy stuff.

My penultimate post, possibly anyway. I haven’t posted for ages as the motivation to do so has waned. The reasons I originally started this blog were; to be accountable and to show the path I went down to get to where ever I got to. In my absolute trading infancy blog posts from pro guys were what assured me that I wasn’t about to travel an impossible path. These trading guns weren’t savants, they were just ordinary people that worked hard to build edges in the game. Whether people learned what to do or what not to do, I hoped my journey may help others in the future. As for the accountability, I track my wins and my losses to the cent and I don’t give a fuck if I look stupid anymore. I used to use the fear of looking like an absolute stooge in the public forum as a motivation to “follow the rules”. It worked for the early stages, but as I’ve learnt more, I’ve understood that being wrong and looking like a stooge at times is all a part of it.

Following on from looking like a stooge, “What I learned Losing a Million Dollars” had some great stuff in there that’s really stuck with me. One thing Jim Paul talks about is do you want to be a “prophet or make profit”? Some people get more wrapped up in being right than they do of making money. This has terrible flow on effects including “personalising losses”. It definitely challenged my thinking, made me aware of this thought process and I’m working on completely removing it from my psyche. I’m trading for one reason, profit. I’ll still share some thoughts on my Twitter handle @lukeamac but I’m going to start winding down my blog and focusing on profit.

I’ll do a wrap up of the first 12 months when I get there and then after that, I don’t know if I’ll post again. Never say never, but they certainly won’t be frequent and may not be trading specific. Since my last post though I’ve had a great run, think it’s been about 5 or 6 weeks and my trading is becoming more and more efficient which is pleasing. Took me 10 months, but worked out I didn’t have to plug in my numbers into an online charting tool too, Excel will do it for you. What a noob. Anyway, new looking graph below but it charts the journey in its truest form.

+$26,176.16 account balance +$76,033.92 (10 months, 1 week)

Cheers Mac

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