Fuck Bet365

My latest beef is with Bet 365. This dumb ass commercial where a bunch of fishermen are in a pub talking old fishing stories and then some yuppie twenty something proceeds to capture their attention with a parlay betting story. The bar erupts after the yuppie tells his stupid ass boring story that in reality nobody would ever care about. The ad ends with the yuppie doing an annoying bro style dance in the bar while the fisherman cheer.

Corporate marketing trying to manufacture a “legendary moment” out of someone clicking buttons on an app. 

Comparing a person who wrestled a 300lb tuna to a guy who happened to guess three outcomes on a Sunday afternoon. A personal insult to common sense.

This is what the NHL and NHL owners mean when they say they’re “growing the game”. Fuck growing the game.

Why not sell ketamine at concessions? That will put asses in the seats. Why not show porn on the jumbotron? 

I’d rather sit in a row of homeless junkies injecting themselves with heroin than sit next to someone scrolling on their phone checking the latest live betting odds and telling me about their parlay. 

What’s the next one: a guy at a funeral telling a story about a 12-leg parlay that hits during the eulogy? Fuck Bet 365.

Fuck John Hamm, too. Fuck BetMGM. Fuck Jamie Foxx. Fuck TheScore. Fuck Connor McDavid and Fuck Terry Ryan^.

^Just kidding on Terry Ryan. I’m genuinely happy for Terry for landing that gig.