I grew up loving sports. Not just watching — living it. The competition, the strategy, the stakes. When sports betting became legal and every app was a tap away, it felt like a natural extension of that. I knew the game. I'd have an edge.
I didn't have an edge. Nobody does.
I have an addictive personality. I didn't fully understand what that meant until I was deep in it — checking odds before I checked my messages in the morning, researching props at 1am for a game I didn't even care about, placing bets to make a game "worth watching." I had wasted thousands of dollars and more hours than I want to count.
The worst part wasn't the money. It was what it did to sports. The thing I loved most became a vehicle for gambling. I couldn't watch a game and just enjoy it. Every play was a potential win or loss. Every injury was a disaster. Every Sunday became something I dreaded as much as I looked forward to.
I watched it happen to people around me too. Guys who started betting casually and couldn't stop. Friends who were checking their phone every two minutes during games, not to enjoy it — to monitor their parlay. The gray zone is real, it's massive, and nobody was building anything for it.
Not a hotline. Not a rehab centre. Something built for guys who love sports and got pulled into the dark side of it — and just want their Sundays back.
That's Sideline.