Probably Superbar, but it is about Marquette basketball...
http://espn.go.com/espn/page2/story/_/id/7602824/a-glimpse-life-new-york-city-corner-bookie-espn-magazine
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A few minutes pass, the banter fades and the men silently watch the first half of the Marquette game on the overhead TV. Fielding is unusually quiet. Tired. A byproduct of the grind, he says. The everyday grind of traffic, parking, accounting, his kid, his wife, working week in and week out, every holiday, every birthday. But it's more than that. The duplicitous life is also tiring. The secrecy, the lies, the loneliness. Self-preservation means keeping almost everyone at arm's length. Sometimes he imagines being in the mob, having a crew. It'd be more dangerous and he'd make far less money, but at least he'd have confidants.
He talks, during times like these, of going legit. Saving enough money to open a bar. He'd take his son to school every morning, dabble in day-trading, cover a bartending shift or two. "It'd be nice to have a normal life."
But after 14 years in the shadows, it ain't easy stepping into the light. Where else could he earn as much? What other job could provide the thrill he still gets from being handed an envelope with a fat stack of hundreds? "I know part of him wants to get out of the bookie business," says Ritchie, his best friend of 17 years. "But after a point, you're too far into it. You really can't do anything else."
The first half of the game winds down. Marquette brings the ball down for a final shot. It clangs off the front of the rim. Fielding nods. Makes a note in his book. Minutes later the phone rings.