“Neely Thomas was used to losing. Compulsive gamblers learn how to handle it—his kids' college funds depleted, an ultimatum from his wife, his life near bottom—he was ready to unravel. But then a moment's inattention—checking the football scores instead of… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Crossing the line, that's what the Highway Patrol woman said. Neely was on a gurney, his injuries deemed non-life-threatening, she was taking her initial… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“My style isn't subtle, I know that. I'm sure in fact it violates all kinds of rules about interrogation and all that, I never… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“If I get all that money back in the accounts and then swear it off entirely, she'll forgive me. It felt good to repeat… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Gambling wasn't even about the money, was it? Not the action, not the bells, not the adrenaline, those were just add-ons. It was about… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Learning to interpret the constant string of lies and excuses fed to you from kids terrified of failure but careening towards it anyway was… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“We played a couple games of pool and shared a basket of fried shrimp and onion rings. He was a good player, but on… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“I get a little obsessive, it was my hallmark as a coach. I'm more effective when it gets personal and I tend to stick… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“Neely Thomas was used to losing. Compulsive gamblers learn how to handle it—his kids' college funds depleted, an ultimatum from his wife, his life… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
“He paused just long enough for me to know I was starting to bug him. I bug a lot of people, they usually do… — Kendric Neal Copy Share Image
