Two and Half Men - Reborn as Jake Harper

Chapter 11

Three months passed in a flash, and suddenly, it was April. The Harper Management Fund was running, my haircut was still sharp, and my wardrobe was far from anything you'd find in a kid's department.

Charlie, of course, hadn't stopped pushing the gambling angle. "Come on, Jake. You nailed the Super Bowl. Let's keep the streak alive!" he'd say at least once a week.

I humored him. But the truth was, most games that came up in February and March? I had no memory of them. Regular season NBA games? Hockey? Golf? I had no idea who won. I wasn't about to throw thousands of dollars at random scores. Still, to keep him happy, I made a few small bets here and there—lost about five thousand overall.

"You win some, you lose some," Charlie shrugged. "It's part of the game."

"It's not a game when it's real money," I reminded him. "But I've got better plays coming."

Because while I didn't know everything about every sport, I did remember who won the big ones. The Lakers were going to win the NBA Finals in June. Real Madrid would lift the Champions League trophy at the end of May. And those weren't risky long-shots. They were just... waiting to happen.

So I told Charlie, "Let's go futures. Championship bets only. Lakers for the NBA. Real Madrid for the Champions League."

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about the soccer one?"

I grinned. "Uncle Charlie, I may not love basketball, but I'm a soccer guy"