Late in his life, W.C. Fields, a biblical player, was spotted reading the Bible of all places. An astonished friend asked why.
Without looking up, Fields muttered, "Looking for gaps."
That brings us to the self-destructive gamer and curious specimen, Craig Carton. Understand that compulsive gamblers have severe self-delusions in common. After paying off their debts with bookmakers on a weekly basis, they sit relieved and complacent at a red light in their overfunded cars and say to themselves: "Now I am."
Carton's Saturday morning show on life-destroying gambling, owned via Income-Based and Invested WFAN, is surprisingly good and very rewarding, although Carton tries the rest of the week to prove that he's not worth a smart listener for a short while.
To start with, he's a good listener on Saturdays. Last Saturday, he allowed a recovering addict, Drew, to tell his story, with Carton interrupting just to ask good questions.
On Saturdays, he works neatly without feeling like he's eager to restore his pre-jail popularity among the horrors by being the broadcaster's rude, eponymous, scatological and defamatory Master Creep.
Although he (or because) works neatly on Saturdays, he was entertaining, an interesting racing driver with a serious message that he doesn't use as a stick.
Drew, an anonymous member of Gamblers, who juggled credit card debt – the worst kind of extortion – until he couldn't answer his wife with anything more powerful than flagrant lies about what had happened to her life.
To this box he added a farce by Ralph and Alice Kramden: when he believed he had verbally paid a debt to an AC Casino debt collection agency, he had the money and they agreed that he would be fine in two days would. You agreed. He even asked his wife to listen to a second confirmation call so that she could share this truth.
But then the agent told them Carton still officially had unpaid markers. Chopped. And she was done believing him it was someone else's fault or fault. It is said that unlike alcoholism, you cannot smell compulsive gambling. But women can.
Carton was just another spoiled high roller who lost his casino's love and VIP status to become a no-comp pariah because he defaulted on his credit.
Together with Dan Trolaro from N.J. Council on Compulsive Gambling, Cartons Saturday shows have two consistent tasks:
Letting people know that nobody falls alone, especially at a time when the gambling of fools rather than the love of the sport comes to mind. Barely.
And the only gambling system that has been proven effective is seeking and maintaining help. Despite all WFAN seats with bad chances of winning, the Carton Show on Saturday is the only one that doesn't promise to "rain down" something better than the epidemics, misery and regret.
On Saturday morning at 9:30 am, Carton throws change. He is on the road to success because he goes deep and drives a country road. His activating helicopter service to Atlantic City has been canceled. His federal serial number and those mug shots aren't worth a spin on a penny slot machine.
Relapse among problem gamblers is high. Arnie Wexler, a living saint for his 45 years of successful counseling to deep-ground players, tells us that many of those at G.A. Meetings are still falling.
So time should tell if Cartons went straight or if his Saturday show is an exercise to look for gaps. He doesn't like me and I don't like him. But I make roots for him.
No-names improve the coverage of Pebble Beach
Without "the TV stars" of golf – "Rory," "Tiger," "Phil" – to turn event coverage into "Access Hollywood", those who were prepared to watch golf were among those who were at the top or closest to him to the left to cool off their footjoys.
Because of this, the last round of the Pebble Beach Pro-Am on Sunday without Ams on CBS was good for the golfing senses. No "names" that one can rave about endlessly, no transparent playing around with the ranking list in order to place the bigger names in front of the smaller names despite having identical scores.
In fact, CBS was forced to cover nine players on the track on Sunday. Aside from Jordan Spieth, CBS was stuck with winners Daniel Berger, Nate Lashley and Maverick McNealy.
The advantage: real coverage.
I often wonder if it takes ESPN's top executives ever five minutes to ponder how gullible sports fans think of what the network has become so targeted.
Let's put it this way: within 24 hours of the reported final arrest of caring career person Adam “Pacman” Jones, this time accused of kicking a bouncer unconscious (which he denies), more than a dozen emails were received referring to it indicated that the Jones would be a perfect fit with which ESPN regularly rewards with on-air employment.
Pacman's team traveling to Vegas for the 2007 NBA All-Star Game had two strip club bouncers shot dead, one paralyzed, according to police. Despite a $ 11 million civil court verdict against him, Jones has insisted on his innocence.
This week's arrest differs from Jones' earlier collar in that it no longer makes Roger Goodell quietly and lightly punish him before returning to NFL teams for which he's again dearly for ruthlessly brutal , illegal play can cost. These teams deserved what he provided.
But I would suggest that a real NFL steward would have announced years ago that he would do whatever he could to keep Jones out of the league so that Jones could no longer feed the league's reputation.
3s wilt today's NBA
In an exchange with reader Steve DeCillis about the 3-point shot that turned NBA games into sideline, we got to this point: Would Wilt Chamberlain be relevant at all today or just a different stand-around guy? DeCillis: "Would Wilt shoot 3s under the hand?"
UConn's pride continues to stomp: As seen but not heard – never! – On Wednesday, the SNY, the women of Geno "The Impaler" needlessly humiliated Auriemma St. Johns, 77-32. Two UConn starters played 34 minutes or more. UConn Subs? One played four minutes, another two.
Nothing beats laughing out loud at the antics of drunkards who are not funny. I agree with the daughter of the designer of the Vince Lombardi Trophy of the NFL Super Bowl Champions: yacht-throwing the trophy, as entrusted to an apparently drunk Tom Brady, was disrespectful and childish.
College basketball continues to destroy itself from within. On Sunday on ESPN2, Drake's last 12 seconds of overtime in Loyola-Chicago included three timeouts plus five more stops. Twelve seconds, eight stops!
Unfulfilled 6-foot-9 Duke freshman Jalen Johnson is racing for the NBA in less than a season. When will all that hollow, habitual praise for Mike Krzyzewski be replaced by reality as something special? Duke is the newest Kentucky.
Due to pressure from revisionist social justice, Roger Goodell's alma mater, Washington & Jefferson, will be renamed "&" this week.