Ray Ratto

If you like to bet on sports, here's how the Supreme Court ruling will affect you

If you like to bet on sports, here's how the Supreme Court ruling will affect you

If you are not a gambler and have no intention of being one, the Supreme Court ruling that allows states to legalize and regulate sports gambling is of minimal effect. You’ll have to learn some new terminology because all the pregame, in-game and postgame shows will refer to spreads and totals and props, things gamblers already know.

But you as a non-bettor will not be otherwise affected.

But here’s what happened in Washington and how it will affect you as a bettor:

·     The Court decided in a 6-3 vote to declare PASPA, the federal anti-sports gambling statute, unconstitutional, thus allowing each state to either enact legalized gambling or modify it (in the cases of Nevada and New Jersey).

·     That means that each state can determine where legalized gambling can be held – anywhere from casinos to churches, convenience stores to stadiums, and potentially via your own smart devices from home.

·     It also means that each state can enact its own laws that govern taxation and other fees that would impact the amount of money a bettor would have to pay, winning or not. The law in California, for example, could be different than the one in Oregon, which in turn could be different from the one in Washington, and a bet of equal money on a game with identical odds could pay off differently in California than Oregon.

·     The states can also agree or refuse the requests of the sports leagues for an ”integrity fee,” generally considered to be one percent of each bet made – as an example, a bet on the 49ers or Raiders would be subject to an “integrity fee,” which is basically money taken off the top of any bet that either the states, the people taking the bet or those making the bet would have to pay to the National Football League. But if one were to parlay a three-team bet that involves an NFL team, an NBA team and a college football team, there could be three separate fees involved for each league.

·     Thus, in terms of your fictional winning $100 bet, each state could say how much of that $100 you would actually receive, and conversely, how much above your losing $100 bet would you have to pay. The leagues prefer one omnibus law that insures that such a fee would cover all bets in all states, but the Court today ruled that each state has the right to craft its own law with its own restrictions.

In sum, the road to legalized betting has been opened today, but the form or forms in which it takes are still very uncertain, including the simple matter of how soon you can actually make that legal bet.

Golf is Tiger Woods, and the PGA Championship on Sunday confirmed that

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Golf is Tiger Woods, and the PGA Championship on Sunday confirmed that

There are only 241 days of MegaTigerHype left until the 2019 Masters, which means 241 days for everyone on the PGA Tour to understand just how fully the sport they play.
 
They don’t play golf. They play Tiger. Put another way, America’s chosen prism reads Sunday’s PGA Championship as the day Brooks Koepka did well to almost match Woods, even though by the mathematics he actually beat him.
 
But you can’t hype Brooks Koepka, not yet. He is the younger Mike Trout still building his stage. Tiger is his own concert tour, and his own massive audience of golf fans, psychoanalysts and self-satisfied scolds.
 
And there is still big money in all those things.
 
It’s one thing to know something intellectually, of course – the old stove-is-hot lesson – but to see it and hear it is another thing. Golf is Tiger Woods, and the noise from Sunday confirmed that. Brooks Koepka is the new, young, not quite beloved Tiger, while Tiger is the avuncular, easier-mannered Nicklausian Tiger, and most of golfing America prefers what it’s used to seeing back in the good old days.
 
Tiger essentially did a medley of Tiger’s greatest hits on Sunday, and the album will sell millions. And after all, nobody breaks wallet locks quite like Tiger Woods.
 
Golf may be for the young athletically, but the audience is old and the audience wants to be told that what it believed 15 years ago is still true, no matter how youthfully the culture actually swings.
 
In that way, The Eldrick’s performance at the PGA Championship allows 40-Plus America to say, “See? See what I’ve been telling you?” And it also allows 20-Plus America to respond as it always does, by being in its room watching something else.
 
This, then, the real Tiger-ssance – the great instrument of change in golf getting his next star turn as the beating, money-churning heart of the establishment. He was the face of the next generation, but the next generation has been replaced by a new next generation, and that next generation has not yet decided what it feels about golf, let alone Brooks Koepka.
 
And let’s not forget that Tiger Woods was once a mightily polarizing figure himself, and that it took a decade of physical and emotional humbling for him to become the face of the good old days. Thus, at age 42, he has become not only a familiar face in new bloom, but an old and very familiar narrative point at the same time. He makes middle-aged people feel comfortable, which is the direct opposite of what he once did.
 
In short, Tiger Woods now understands the world’s infatuation with Jack Nicklaus when Woods was chasing his ghost. Not I-know-the-stove-is-hot intellectually, but in the most real way there is. Tiger Woods IS Jack Nicklaus, and that’s the weirdest sentence you will ever read 15 years ago.

Barry Bonds' number retirement actually matters a bit more than the usual marketing ploy

Barry Bonds' number retirement actually matters a bit more than the usual marketing ploy

Barry Bonds’ number retirement Saturday brings with it the usual rhetorical asterisks, most of them having to do with the one honorific he still doesn’t have and likely will never get.

But that is the Bondsian Paradox -- what do you get for the man who has everything except the thing he wants most?

The Giants have lavished him with awards specific to their franchise, as they should. He made a lot of people a lot of money in this town, and in a very cynical way that is the truest measuring stick of the modern world.

So with only one thing left to present him, the Giants have decided Saturday is the best day to retire the number 25, a number which, other than he and his father, has never brought much in the way of lasting memories to the franchise. Indeed, only one other Giant has worn that number for more than a decade, and that was Whitey Lockman while the team was still in New York.

So never mind the number. This is indeed about the name on the back, and how the organization’s gratitude for services rendered tends mostly to direct everyone’s attention to the elephant in the room.

The Hall of Fame.

Bonds has four years left in his quest before the task shifts to the far less forgiving Veterans Committee, which means that Saturday’s ceremony may be the highest level he reaches on the baseball honors list, as one of 199 players who have either had their numbers retired or initials commemorated in the pre-numeral days. For that reason alone, that may touch him in ways that it might not otherwise – that, and the fact that the Giants are re-acknowledging him for his contributions to the financial and reputational juggernaut that is this franchise.

(At this point, we take note of the fact that you may be shrieking “HGH!” at the top of your lungs in rebuttal, and you are certainly entitled to your righteous indignation; I just happen to have wearied of the argument. Hate him, like him, take little note of him, it matters not).

But Bonds’ path to the place he currently resides has been among the most tumultuous in modern sports/celebrity history, and he will be so regarded for the foreseeable future. As has always been true, his approval ratings diminish in concentric circles away from Third And King, and the nation seems less eager to reconsider his character than ever. He has been defined, probably for good, and barring different rules for Hall of Fame voting, so shall it remain.

Which is why his number retirement actually matters a bit more than the usual marketing ploy. The Giants can’t really immortalize him any more save a statue, which is almost certainly in the commissioning stage, or naming the field after him a la Rickey Henderson in Oakland, so this is probably the last stop for the Bonds honors train.

And he’s earned it all in the classically fiduciary definition of “earn.” The Giants are who they are in large part because of him, for good and ill, and while they cannot truly do enough to make up that debt, they may be out of ideas for how to do so.