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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]

in holy matriphony ch1. he said yes!! congrats!!

ᰔ pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, and have been taking care of your sick mother ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket to more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance plan in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.

ᰔ genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s

ᰔ warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!

ᰔ chapter. 1/x (probably 10)

ᰔ words. 7.8k

a/n. hellooo omg welcome to this debut chapter!! tysm to everyone who wanted to be on taglist for this!! i was gagged at the amount of people!! yall are amazing omg n thanks for supporting my works :''') hope you enjoy this chapter and i will see all you lovelies at the bottom <33

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Love thy neighbor.

Cherish thy neighbor.

Tolerate thy neighbor.

Peacefully coexist with thy neighbor. 

Fuck thy neighbor? No, wait, not that one.

It’s murder thy neighbor. That was the phrase you were looking for.

Murder thy neighbor so gruesomely that you’d leave no trace behind. Murder him and bury him somewhere no one could ever find him, so that even in millions of years from now when some other highly advanced mammalian species overtakes the planet and embarks on journeys to acquire fossils, thy neighbor will still never grace the atmospheric oxygen of the earth ever again. It’s the punishment he’d deserve for thoroughly pissing you off at the worst times possible and in the worst ways possible. The smallest of prices to pay.

“SATORU!!!” you yell, storming up the sudsy driveway of your next-door neighbor’s house at eight in the morning, clad in your dirty scrubs from the hell of a night shift you just endured working at the hospital, glass containers inside the lunchbox you were holding hitting painfully against the poor joint in your knee but you just don’t care. Anger is all you can see right now.

Your neighbor (derogatory) stands there in his pajamas with a spray nozzle in his hands, passively spraying water across the top surface of his car, and when he sees you, he pulls his left airpod out of his ear and looks you up and down once. You’re pretty sure there’s steam coming out of your ears. “Uh, do you mind? I’m trying to wash my car.”

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to park your stupid boat in front of my driveway?!” you yell at him, voice hoarse and nails digging into the skin of your palms by the clench of your fists.

“Hm?” he leans back a little to glance past you to his boat. “Oh, you mean my 2023 Boston Whaler 220 Dauntless with low profile bow rail welded stainless steel, Mercury FourStroke hydraulic power steering and, not to mention, a platinum gelcoat hull? That silly old thing? It’s not even parked in front of your driveway.”

“Yes. It is. Are you blind? I can’t move my car into my garage, hence why it’s running idle on the fucking street right now. Your boat’s on my property.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes. It is.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh. Yuh-huh.”

“Honey. I’m a real estate agent. You don’t think I’d know where my own property line starts and ends?”

“Park. It. On. Your. Drive. Way.”

“I spent a lot of money on that boat,” he sighs, “I intend to show it off on the street. Stop acting like there isn’t more than enough room for your tiny prius. It’s not my fault you have the motor skills of a toddler and don’t know how to pull into a driveway,” he pauses for a second and tilts his head upwards in thought, “Oh. Motor skills, haha, get it? Fuck, that’s funny. Hold on, I gotta jot that down,” he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his cotton plaid pajama pants, “my niece would love that. She gets all giggly about puns these days. It’s her birthday next weekend, by the way, turning five.”

“Oh, right,” you scratch the top of your head (been too busy to wash your hair), and realize the ponytail you threw your hair up into at the beginning of your shift last night is now barely hanging on for dear life, “I forgot to tell you, but my cousin said he can’t rent that pony out for her birthday party anymore. Apparently it died.”

He stares at you. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

“Mm.”

He shrugs. “That’s fine, thanks anyway,” he swipes up on his phone, “they had crazy hair day at my niece’s elementary school yesterday, wanna see a picture?”

“Sure.”

He turns his phone to show you. “My sister let her cut her hair a little shorter this time since she wouldn’t stop asking. I guess all her friends at school were cutting theirs short too so they wanted to be matching.”

“Aww,” you pout with a small smile when you see the picture, “I think it suits her. That’s a lot of glitter though, y’know that stuff’s really bad for the environment.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, turning his phone screen back to face him, “anyway. I was halfway convinced you just came from some crazy hair day when I saw you stomp up my driveway just now.”

“I’m gonna guillotine your head off with the trunk door of my car. Now move your boat.”

“Hold on one sec,” he says, holding a finger right up to your face, and you flinch backwards slightly before going cross-eyed to stare at it, and then you’re glaring at him again. His phone is ringing in his hand. “I gotta take this.”

“Wha–” you try to interrupt him, but he just says shhh and shakes his finger in front of you, which makes you want to bite it off.

“Hi, Donna!” he exclaims into his phone, “so good to hear from you. Oh, no, not at all, you caught me at the perfect time. I’m just washing my car. Nah, you’re not interrupting anything.”

The urge to smack him consumes you.

“Oh okay, cool, I’m glad you took some time to think about it. Let me know when you want to meet again, if you’re still interested in the house, we can make an offer. Uh huh. Yeah. Sorry, what’s that? Oh,” he pulls his phone from his ear to look at the time, “yeah, that’s fine. Is that the one on 6th street? Sure, I’ll see you then. By the way, how was little Tommy’s soccer game yesterday?...Aw, that’s okay, he’ll get the next one. Hm? Yeah, what’s up? Oh, you know that I’d love to, and there’s no one that enjoys your green bean casserole more than I do, but I’m actually busy tonight! I know! Bummer! Maybe some other time? Alright. Yeah, thanks, you too. Take care. Bye.” He presses the end call on his phone, and there’s an awkward silence as he narrows his eyes at the screen in concentration for a moment while typing something onto it, and then the corner of his eye catches sight of something in his periphery, that something being you, and he jumps a little.

“Oh fuck,” he places a hand on his chest and exhales, “I didn’t know you were still standing there.”

“I’m seriously going to whack you across the face with my lunch box right now.” 

“That gigantic industrial lunch box you carry around for your 12-hour shifts?” he points at your hand, “you’d have blood on your hands. I’d be dead.”

“Yeah, that’s the goal, idiot.”

“You’re so fucking violent, jeez, I bet the inside of your head looks like the inside of Jeffrey Dahmer’s. How do you sleep at night?”

“With fifteen milligrams of melatonin, blackout curtains, a satin sleeping mask, and in the mornings.”

“...that didn’t make you sound like any less of a serial killer.”

“Whatever, at least I don’t have a complex for elderly divorced women. You know that what you do for work isn’t any better than prostitution, right?” 

“Okay. Now I have to hear where you’re going with this.”

You cross your arms across your chest, and your gigantic industrial sized lunch box with the millions of glass containers inside of it hits your hip painfully, enough to warrant a wince, but you keep a straight face as to not show any weakness. “You flirt with vulnerable women who have just gotten out of probably extremely heartbreaking marriages from their cheating country golf club husbands, and pretend to care about all their drama, just so that they’d buy a house from you. I literally heard you say to a lady the other day,” and you do your absolute best to mock him in the most insulting way possible, “‘it’s okay Lorraine. If you’re still struggling to fill your new house with someone new too, then you know where to find me.’”

“Yeah. She wanted to rent out her guest bedroom. I was gonna help her look for tenants.” 

“O-Oh,” you stutter, but stand up straighter, “doesn’t matter. You still pimp yourself out for a sale.”

“So what if I do? I’m hot, why wouldn’t I take advantage of that? You could’ve done the same thing too, but you didn’t, and now you’re stuck working miserable nursing shifts that are probably taking years off of your lifespan.”

“You’re the one taking years off of my lifespan. Now move your fucking boat.”

He sighs and slips his phone back into his pocket before walking past you to your car, that still had the driver’s side door open and was idle in the middle of the street.

“W-Where are you going?” you ask.

“I’m gonna park your car in your garage for you,” he says, waving his hand up in the air dismissively because he knows you’re about to protest, and then he ducks his head into your car, reaching his arm in for the lever that moves the seat backwards, and adjusts it all the way back before he’s able to take a seat at the wheel. And your yelling is a pestering he pays no mind to as he shuts the door.

“Wait– I didn’t give you permission to–” you shout as you step into your driveway, holding your arms out because you’re scared he’s gonna chip off your side mirror on the stern of his boat, but he deftly pulls your car into the driveway. He also almost runs you over in the process.

When he gets out of your car inside your garage, you storm right up to him and yank your car keys out of his hand. “You almost flattened me over my own driveway.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been standing there,” he easily retorts and leans against your car before crossing his arms over his chest. “Also, case proven, there’s more than enough space to pull your car in. You’re just piss poor at parking.”

“I swear to fucking god. If you’re ever in a life-threatening emergency and wind up at my hospital, your emergency isn’t going to be the thing that kills you, it’s gonna be the cocktail of deadly meds I inject straight into your veins. And I’ll have it charted like it was a death of natural causes.”

His brow furrows and he frowns, but it’s in that sarcastic way that tells you he’s not threatened by you, and the idea of using the taser in your purse on him is briefly entertained in your mind, “I’ve got Kaiser, hun,” he says, “I wouldn’t go to just any regional hospital for healthcare. Put some damn decorum on my name, Jesus.”

“How is it you’re stupid, an asshole, have a sick fetish for elderly women, and also somehow classist at the same time? Can you pick a struggle please?”

“Stop saying I have a fetish for elderly women,” he hisses at you, “especially with that loud obnoxious voice of yours. Our neighbors are gonna think I’m a creep.” He pretends to shiver.

“But it’s true. I bet you lost your virginity to a fifty-year-old cougar the day you turned eighteen. And to one that was probably grooming you even before then, too.”

His eyes widen. “Damn. How’d you know.”

“That you’re a victim?” you ask, tone derisive, “your entire personality is living proof. Please seek help.”

He rolls his eyes. “I was never groomed, and I didn’t lose my virginity to an elderly woman,” he corrects you, “...although said woman was a little older than me.”

“I’ve literally got no fucking interest in this conversation anymore. Get the fuck out of my garage,” you practically spat at him, “the last thing I need to deal with after getting off of a 12-hour night shift is coming home to your stupid face out on the street.” You push past him, making sure to nudge him with your shoulder but he hardly budges, and you lose balance from your own attack, and now you’re doubly pissed off before you make it to the door with your keys jingling in your hand to find the right one to unlock it.

“Good night,” he calls out to you, and you click the button on the garage door so that it starts closing, and watch him as he panics before ducking his head underneath it to make it outside before you can essentially lock him to rot inside of your garage, and then you shut the door behind you, finally inside the comfort of your home.

Ah. Silence.

But it was never a comfortable one. 

“Mom?” you call out as you open the door out of the laundry room to make it into the living room, and your eyes scan the floor. You don’t see her in the kitchen, or on the couch in front of the TV, sometimes she spends time in the pantry room but she’s not in there today. You round the corner over to where the front entrance of the house is, and you see her standing there, peering out of the window to the other houses on the streets. She holds her hands loosely behind her back, and she’s so still she could be a statue.

“Hey,” you say to her, softly, so as not to startle her. “I’m home.”

She looks over her shoulder at you, and you realize her line of sight was set to next door, where you see Gojo has resumed the wash of his car. “Why are you yelling at that sweet boy across the lawn?” she asks you, “he helped me fix the air conditioning last week.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but then you sigh. Typical Gojo getting involved where he should really just mind his own business. “I’m pretty sure by fix you mean he just pressed a bunch of buttons on the thermostat until it started working again.” 

She doesn’t respond as she continues to stare out onto the street, tilting her head slightly while deep in thought, like she’s trying to make sense of what she sees. 

“Mom,” you gently tug her sleeve, “I think you should get away from the window and get some rest. You look tired, and I need to take you for chemo in the afternoon.”

She gently pulls her elbow away from your grip of her sleeve and turns to look at you. “Mom?” she repeats after you, “why are you calling me ‘mom’? Who are you?”

Your blood runs cold from her words, but you don’t have the time or the luxury to react in the way that you want to, and so you suck in a deep breath. It was one of those days. But it’s cruel that she’ll remember your neighbor and not her own daughter. “I’m your daughter,” you gently reintroduce yourself, to the woman who gave you life, “I know that might be a little weird to hear right now.”

“No…” she says, “I think that makes sense. I’m sorry, dear, I think I have a bad memory these days.” She looks at you with concentration, studying the features of your face. “My daughter, yes. You look…oh, dear, you look like you should sleep.”

You nod slowly, releasing the breath you were holding. “Yes. You too, mom.”

You place your gigantic industrial lunch box on the kitchen counter, and come back to hold your mom’s hands as you lead her to her bedroom downstairs. By the time you fix her a small meal in the kitchen, bring it to her and make her eat so she can take her pills, she’s ready to take a small nap and you know that you’ve earned some sleep now too.

The upstairs master bathroom beckons you the second you get upstairs, and even though you’ve been using the master bedroom & bathroom in this house ever since moving your mom downstairs four years ago since she had trouble getting up the stairs, it still feels odd to stand in front of the sink without a stool underneath your feet, like what you had to when you were a kid and your mother would braid your hair. You’re a grown woman now, and as you stare at your reflection, you’re not sure if you can recognize yourself anymore. But rather than dwell on if it was because of any profound reason, you figured you just needed a shower and to get some sleep before you have to wake up again in five hours. Exhaustion is evident on your face, and you swipe under your eyes to get the smudge of mascara off before it tattoos your skin forever. 

Hot water on your skin does little to help your drowsiness, but at least now you feel clean of your shift, and then you remember there are blood stains on your shoes from the stab wound patient that rolled in at 2AM last night, and you should really let them soak for a few hours while you sleep, but you just can’t bother right now. Instead, you slip into something comfortable, draw your curtains back to mimic the dead of night in your room as best as you can, grab the bottle of melatonin sitting at your nightstand and pop a few tablets, feeling feverish as you slip into your sheets. You pull the comforter up over your eyes, a decision that is less ideal than using a sleeping mask since you’ll be breathing your own carbon dioxide until you fall asleep now, but it’s okay. It’s cozy under your blanket. Just this once. And you count sheep to make you sleepy. At least until the melatonin beats you to it.

—

“You’re looking better,” Dr. Johnson says to your mother as he accesses the port on her chest, “were you able to get a good rest?”

Your mother nods and points to you. “My daughter made me take a nap.”

“That’s good,” he coos, “it’s good to get rest before chemo. Your daughter really cares about you.”

“I know,” your mother smiles up at you, “I’m so lucky.” You return her smile with one of your own.

Dr. Johnson starts to push the line of chemo into your mother’s port as she sits on the chair in the treatment lounge, and then stands up from his rolling chair before the nurse quickly moves to twiddle with the drip of the IV bag. 

“Ready for consult?” he asks you.

You grip your binder to your chest. “Yeah.”

You walk into the doctor’s office, one you’ve more than familiarized yourself with over the past couple of years, then take a seat across from Dr. Johnson’s desk as he clicks through his computer before handing you a copy of your mother’s recent lab work.

“Her tumor markers are rising,” you say as you sift through the papers.

“They are, we’ll likely switch to monitoring them every four weeks going forward. But it’s okay, not to worry,” he says, “tumor markers can raise for all sorts of reasons unrelated to cancer.”

“She had a cold last week,” you say, “maybe it’s the inflammation?”

Dr. Johnson lets out a small laugh. “I’m sorry, y/n, sometimes I forget you’re a nurse.” He hums to himself as he pens down something on the notepad in front of him. “When was your mother’s last PET/CT scan?”

“It was in February,” you say, “she’s due soon. I was going to ask if you could order one for her.”

“Yes, I will, I’ll do it right now,” he says as he types something into the computer. “You still have the standing orders for her routine lab work, correct? Do my MAs need to send you the scripts?”

“No, that’s okay, I got them already. Good for six months,” you reassure him.

“Alright, perfect.”

There’s an awkward silence that settles in the room as you shift in your seat with the binder in your lap, full of all of your mother’s medical information and emergency department discharge packets and recent lab work and imaging. You mess with the plastic cover on top of it nervously.

“It’s good she remembers you today,” Dr. Johnson comments, “I remember last week you were upset she didn’t.”

“Oh,” you say, “yeah, I’m sorry. Sometimes it’s hard.”

His eyes leave his computer screen for a second to look at you. “Are you doing alright?”

You nod slowly. You had to be alright, you had no other choice. “I’m fine, thanks,” you say, “um, actually, doc, I just wanted to share with you that I’ve been keeping track of my mom’s Alzheimer’s progression.” You open your binder in your lap, pulling out a packet of papers and placing them on his desk, turning some of them towards him but he doesn’t really spare a proper enough look. “I’ve just been noticing she’s progressively worsening a bit faster than her neurologist had projected.”

“Okay,��� he says, sounding curt, and that nervousness comes back. But goddammit, you’re a nurse, you know how to deal with stubborn doctors. And it’s for your mother. There was no one else left to advocate for her except you.

“I was just wondering if we could also order a brain MRI for her?” you ask, “just to rule out anything…her brain fog has been bad, worse than usual, and I’m just really worried about metastasis, especially if it’s a glioma, I’d just want to catch it as soon as possible.”

You have sympathy for oncologists, really, you do. They must deal with paranoid family members all the time, but how could someone blame another for wanting what’s best for their loved one? You don’t think that’s an empathy that anyone should ever lose, regardless of how long you’ve been practicing medicine. 

He sighs. “There’s no indication for that right now, not with her response to treatment as well as her lab work. I’d suggest we just wait on her next PET/CT results, and we can go from there. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay?”

“I know,” you say, “but her next scan isn’t for another couple weeks, plus the week it’ll take to have it read, it’ll be far out, so…if we could just order it now?”

He interlocks his fingers and places his hands in front of him on the desk, looking at you with a stern face, but he glances down at the paperwork you’ve sprawled in front of him with scribblings of all the detailed notes you’ve been taking of your mom’s responses to her Alzheimer’s treatments, with time stamps and descriptions of her mental state, and his furrowed brow relaxes slightly. He breathes in deep. “Alright. Fine, I’ll order one. I highly doubt we’ll find anything, though. But since there’s no clear clinical impression warranting a brain MRI right now,” he mentions as he directs his attention back to his computer, “I don’t think insurance will cover it for you with the diagnoses I put in.”

“That’s okay,” you quickly respond, “I’ll pay for it.” 

You collect your imaging orders from the medical assistants at the center of the oncology floor. The chemo nurse, Mai, informs you that your mother still has about two hours left before her treatment is done, and she gently suggests you go eat something while you wait. You tell her it’s okay, that you want to wait with her, but she tells you the hospital cafeteria is serving tater tots today for tater tot tuesday, and those tater tots are to die for. But before you go downstairs to the cafeteria, you find a few minutes to cry in a one stall bathroom.

—

“God damn,” you hear your coworker, Hana, dreamily sigh as she leans on the handle on your standing mobile nursing work desk, and you trail her line of sight to the tight asses of the EMT men that walk by while rolling a stretcher. “It’s like being hot is a part of their job requirement.”

“Uh-huh,” you agree mindlessly as you try to catch up on charting for the rounds you just ran on your patients around the emergency department beds.

4/20/2024 0200: patient notified of the importance of taking ibuprofen. Attempted to give pt the medication. Pt responded “suck on this, bitch”, gestured to his general groin area, then threw ibuprofen tablets at RN. pt upset and requests narcotics instead. Informed MD of pt’s behavior and request. MD will not order narcotic pain medication at this time. Will continue to monitor

“How’s your mom doing?” Hana says, interrupting your typing as she turns to face you now.

“She’s okay,” you say, continuing to punch keys as you stare at your monitor, “she has a PET/CT soon. It’s always nerve wracking when the next scan is coming up.”

“Have you given hospice any more thought?” she asks.

You stop typing and stare blankly ahead at your screen as your heart sinks a little. You have given hospice more thought, and you came to the decision about a week ago that you would go through with it. It’s becoming so increasingly difficult taking care of your mom at home, more than you can manage with all of her doctor’s appointments, radiation appointments, chemotherapy appointments, all of which happen during the late mornings or early afternoons so you can’t even properly rest on most days that you come home from night shifts. Even though you only work three shifts a week, you can’t remember the last time you got a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep because of how messed up your circardian rhythm has become. You were practically a walking zombie, and you hardly felt like a person anymore. You’re not going to switch to the day shift, because that would make it difficult to take your mom to her appointments, and also because you get paid extra with the night shift differential, and above all other necessities, what you really needed right now the most was money. Forget the fact you’re still in debt from nursing school, but you co-signed on the medical loans your mother had taken out for treatments, and five years of high acuity medical bills was a living nightmare. And you were living that nightmare. 

“I did,” you say, “I’ve been looking into hospices, but a lot of them are further away than I’d like.” You glance down at your keyboard. “I…I’m going to miss having my mom home. Even though it’s hard to deal with her mood swings and stuff sometimes, I just think the house would feel really empty without her.”

“Aw, my dear,” Hana sighs and rubs her hand up and down your arm soothingly, “I’m sure you’d love to have her home, but I think it’s becoming too much for you. I say this with love and care, but I can’t remember the last time I saw you genuinely smile.”

Your eyes widen slightly from her words, and you release some of the tension in your shoulders, tension you didn’t even realize you were holding onto during this conversation.

“It’s too much for just one person,” she continues, “while I understand you want to spend more time with your mom, the quality of time you’re spending with her could be so much better if you had some weight lifted off your shoulders, where you’re not worrying about her medication schedule or doctor’s appointments or blood draws and all that.”

You nod slowly and manage to give her a small smile, then place your hand over hers that was still soothing over your arm. “Thanks, Hana. I know, I appreciate you looking out for me. I…I think I’ll look more seriously into hospices. It’s just they’re really expensive, too, so I have that to consider as well.”

“Hmm,” she withdraws her hand from you and juts her bottom lip out as she looks up at fluorescent emergency department lighting. You hear a patient cough in the distance as your senses take in the ambient environment once again. “Y’know, there’s this really great new hospice in town that functions as a general facility and also helps manage a lot of chronic diseases too. They have nurses there that do blood draws and everything, and they also transport patients to their affiliated hospital for treatments, like dialysis and chemo and stuff. My friend’s mom has breast cancer and was recently accepted into that hospice,” she tells you, pulling her phone out and looking through some of her messages, “I think it’s only a fifteen minute drive from your house.”

You tilt your head at her with interest, wondering why it didn’t come up on your provider search through insurance, but regardless, it sounded too good to be true. “It’s probably really expensive. My mom’s under the state insurance right now, but I’ve explored government insurance plans too and they’re still really pricey. I just can’t afford it, not with all of her cancer treatments, and adding her under my insurance isn’t really going to be any better either.”

She groans. “I know. What’s with our healthcare plan? You’d think as a hospital, they’d choose better plans for their employees,” she sighs, and then stops to read some of the messages on her phone, “but my friend said that her husband was able to add her mom as a dependant, and his insurance covers 90% of it. I’m sure it depends on the illness, but they only pay a few thousand per month out of pocket.”

You blink at her. “Really? T-That’s insane…do you know what insurance her husband has?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a Kaiser facility.”

“Oh,” you sigh, “well, they wouldn’t accept state insurance. That’s a private HMO.”

“Shoot,” Hana looks at you apologetically, “I’m so sorry, love, I forgot about that. Sorry to get your hopes up.”

“That’s okay,” you smile at her, “thanks for trying. I’m glad it worked out for your friend, at least.”

Hana glances at her watch and realizes her break is over, so she heads back to her side of the emergency department, and you’re left standing at the nursing station with thoughts running through your head now, and still catastrophically behind on charting.

Hmm.

Kaiser.

You swear someone mentioned that to you recently.

Or maybe you were just remembering another one of those ads you see on television at night. No, no, you’re pretty sure it came up in conversation with someone, but you can’t remember when or why or what or where or who. Hmmmmm. Kaiser, Kaiser, Kaiser. 

Nope. Nothing.

Oh well, maybe it’ll hit you later.

—

It hits you in the form of an intrusive memory when you wake up on a Thursday afternoon in a cold sweat after having a hallucinogenic melatonin dream where you were getting chased by a giant rabbit (don’t ask). 

Kaiser.

Gojo said he has Kaiser insurance. 

And the idea that comes into your head after that is so ridiculous, so absurd, so positively bonkers that you have to slap the sleepiness off your face for a second to make sure you’re still not in some dream state of living, and the harsh sting on your cheek proves that you’re not. And the idea still persists. And now you’re swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, and grabbing your laptop, and opening it, and inputting your pin, and then spending a good three hours researching if this little idea of yours actually has any good level of merit to it, if it could even succeed, if it was even legal? You even find yourself on the phone with insurance representatives, and you stare at the tens of thousands of dollars of debt on your Excel spreadsheet where you keep track of your finances, and you feel the exhaustion in your bones, and you also remember how fucking annoying Gojo is. And yet still, the idea persists. 

And when the pieces of the plan start to unfortunately fall into place, you say, fuck it. What was worse than potentially getting into six figures of debt? It’ll be fine.

But you can only hope he says yes.

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hello!! this is ellie, the author. so sorry to interrupt, there is still a bit left for this chapter, but i just wanted to jump in here real quick to explain for some of my readers that may not be american so they may understand reader’s desperation to financially cover the costs of her mother’s healthcare bills. this story is set in suburban america lol, where the healthcare system is so messed up honestly, and this excerpt from the book the body by bill bryson kinda explains:

“Where America really differs from other countries is in the colossal costs of its health care. An angiogram, a survey by The New York Times found, costs an average of $914 in the United States, but only $35 in Canada. Insulin costs about six times as much in America as it does in Europe. The average hip replacement costs $40,364 in America, almost six times the cost in Spain, while an MRI scan in the United States is, at $1,121, four times more than in the Netherlands. The entire system is notoriously unwieldy and cost-heavy.” p360; “...America spends more on health care than any other nation–two and a half times more per person than the average for all other developed nations of the world. One-fifth of all the money Americans earn–$10,209 a year for every citizen, $3.2 trillion altogether–is spent on health care.” p359

unfortunately, a lot of how much you end up spending at the end of the day, depends significantly on the health insurance that you have. it could make the difference of spending a few hundreds to a few thousands to a few tens of thousands and beyond, just based on the insurance plan, even if the illnesses/treatments are exactly the same.

but yeah, just wanted to provide that context lol!! so you must understand reader’s desperation to save a buck!!! 

ok back to regularly scheduled broadcasting!! 🧚‍♀️💕✨

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You’re sitting at a table outside your favorite cafe in town, leg bouncing up and down underneath the surface impatiently and nervously, and you glance at the time on your phone for the fifth time within the past five minutes because you’re unable to alleviate any of the anxiety you’re experiencing right now. You hear the jingling of the cafe door behind you and then you’re a little startled when someone emerges in your periphery by your side.

You look up and see Gojo standing next to you, and you see he already went inside and grabbed a coffee to-go for himself.

“Hey,” he greets you.

“Hi,” you say with a small wave.

He takes a seat across from you. “What did you want to talk about?” he asks while he settles in and smooths down the fabric of his suit jacket. He’s not wearing a tie, and has a couple of the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal some of the skin at his collarbone. Probably to seduce the divorced single moms, you think. “And if you called me here to try and convince me for the millionth time to pitch in for that fence you built six months ago, I’m just gonna say no again. I didn’t even want that fence built in the first place. It fucked up the roots on my avocado tree.”

“It’s a joint fence. Neighbors usually pitch in for that kind of stuff, asshole. At least normal neighbors do. You know I talked shit about you to everyone in the neighborhood when you refused to pay and all of them agree that you’re being a stuck-up prick about it?”

“You know that I also talked shit about you to everyone in the neighborhood and they said the same exact thing about you?”

“Wha–” you gasp, blinking a few times from the betrayal, then mutter “...those two-faced bitches” under your breath.

“So,” he pulls his sleeve back to glance at his watch, “what did you want? I’ve only got thirty minutes to talk before I need to head to an open house.” He brings his cup of coffee to his lips.

“Oh. Right. Just a favor,” you say, “I was wondering if you could marry me.”

He almost spits out his coffee.

“E-Excuse me?” he croaks out, exasperated, and he’s coughing a little bit as he hits his chest with a fist to alleviate the irritation in his throat from some hot coffee that went down the wrong pipe.

“I mean, if it’s not an issue, I’d really appreciate it if you could marry me,” you attempt to clarify, but you realize you probably should’ve thought a little more about how you were going to ask him this, and now you’re too deep to backtrack, so you just hope you’ll find the conversation along the way.

He’s looking at you like you’ve got six heads, brow furrowed and mouth hanging open slightly with that what the fuck? face you see him wear sometimes. But then he sits up a bit straighter, expression morphing into a curious one as he studies your face, head tilting a little in his scrutinization. Then, his face relaxes entirely. He has this knowing look as he nods up and down slowly, like he just figured something out, and then he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in some type of faux frustration. And you don’t understand why you’re already seethingly angry about what he’s going to say next.

“Oh god,” he sighs, “I knew this day would come.”

“Huh?” you squeak out.

“Listen,” he says as he crosses his arms, but one of his hands comes out from where it was tucked in his elbow to waive around in the air as he articulates his words, “I know that I’m very charming, and handsome, and chivalrous, one might say the modern knight in shining armor–”

“Satoru.”

“–and yes, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he dramatically sighs, “when I’m taking the groceries up the driveway…when I’m out mowing the lawn…when I stretch on the sidewalk before I go for a run. I feel your eyes on me like a hawk. Quite frankly, you look at me like I’m a piece of meat, and I feel very violated by it sometimes–”

“What the fuck are you talking about???”

“But I get it. Really, I do. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it–”

“I’m not embar–”

“It was really only a matter of time before you would do this. So overcome by your feelings for me that you just had to go against the grain of centuries of matrimonial standards and swallow your gigantic pride to propose to me.” 

“Oh my god, what the fuck are you saying–”

“But,” he says, collecting himself now, and taking in a deep breath, “my answer is no. I mean, I shouldn’t have to explain why. But I will. First of all, where the hell is my ring? Secondly, why aren’t you on one knee in front of me right now? Also, in a cafe? Really? I thought you would’ve known I’d have liked something a little bit more romantic than this. Y’know, private, but also where my family’s somewhere around the corner. Maybe by the beach–”

“Can you stop talkin–”

“–while the sun is setting, and I’m wearing a nice dress, and there’s bubbles in the air and rose petals on the sand, and you tell me how enamored you’ve always been of me, and how you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with me,” he indulgently sighs, “I mean, it’s every guy’s dream. But nooooo, of course you’ve got no taste or sense for romance in any capac–”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, FORGET THIS,” you stand up out of your chair, fast enough to where it almost falls backwards, and you grab your purse to sling over your shoulder, “I cannot believe I actually thought this plan would ever fucking work.” You’re about to walk away from the table, because you’re realigned with the wisdom of exactly why you can’t stand this man, when his hand reaches out quickly to grasp onto your wrist, to keep you still, and you jump a little from the contact. You look down, his hand unrelenting in its grip as his knuckles flex slightly, and you’re not sure if he’s ever touched you from how foreign the sensation feels.

“Wait,” he says, and when you look at him, his eyes are a little wide like a puppy, “you’re being serious?”

You yank your wrist out of his grip, but the warmth of his touch still lingers, and you wrap your own hand around it to distract yourself from it. “Why would I just ask you to marry me out of nowhere if I wasn’t being serious?”

He gives you a look like the answer to your question is obvious. “Uh, to fuck with me?”

You’re still holding onto your wrist, protectively pressing it against your chest with your back turned away from him slightly, and you look up at the sky for a brief second. Hm, perhaps you could have brought the favor up a bit better, and you realize it might’ve sounded insane on his end, and you’re also still thinking about the tens of thousands of dollars you could save if he said yes, and so you hesitantly open your body language up to him again.

“Just sit,” he sighs.

You take a seat across from him again, hands finding the warm coffee cup in front of you and you purse your lips together before tucking your bottom lip under your front teeth. You take a deep breath before speaking again. “I…I’m being serious. I was wondering if you could marry me as a favor, and not because I think you’re some type of irresistible man candy, god, where do you get your gigantic ego from?”

“I–”

“Rhetorical question, shut it.”

He blinks at you. “What favor are you asking for that’ll be satisfied by me marrying you?”

You twiddle with your thumbs. “I want to put my mom in hospice,” you say, eyes flickering down slightly because you’re worried you’re about to tear up from the words, but when you realize you’ve got enough conviction not to, you look back up at him, and his eyes on you are a little too observant, “most of the hospices in town are further away than I’d like, and really expensive, but I heard there was a Kaiser one nearby…and that a lot of the costs are covered by insurance. So, if you married me, I could send my mom there. And also, under your insurance, the care network would be better, so I could get her a new oncologist and neurologist, and I’d know she’s being taken care of. And…” you clear your throat, “well, it’ll be a lot less expensive, so I can start to catch up on…well, whatever, you get the picture.”

His eyes narrow at you in thought, and he glances at your hands on the table that are nervously fidgeting, and then his eyes meet yours again. “I’m not sure if you can add a…spouse’s parent to a healthcare plan?”

“You can,” you say, “I already called to ask.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

Gojo hums to himself, laying his palms flat on his thighs and rubbing them back and forth on the taut fabric a few times as he thinks with his gaze set off somewhere in the distance. It seems like he’s running through some algorithm of thoughts in his head, and then he slowly nods to himself when he’s made a decision.

“Sure, I’ll do it,” he says.

“Y-You will?” you ask him. You’re uneasy at how easy it was to convince.

“Yeah. I like your mom. She’s a sweet lady, and I want to see her get better.”

His words touch you. And not from the distance of a ten foot pole like you’d usually allow, but more intimate somehow. And you get the feeling you should thank him, but you’re still pissed off from when he almost ran you over on your own driveway earlier this week. 

“Really?” you make sure, almost like you’re hoping he’ll change his mind because now you’re suspicious as to why he agreed so quickly. And you realize he’s already making you paranoid.

“Yeah. I’m saying yes to your proposal, y/n,” he says, “I mean, a marriage is just a legal agreement. Not a big deal. I’d want a prenup though, for obvious reasons. In case you’re a gold digger.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re too cheap to even pitch in for a fucking fence. You think I’d believe you’ve got any gold to dig?”

He sighs. “I said in case.”

“Well, anyways, we can work out logistics and paperwork or whatever later,” you say, and you extend your hand out for him to shake it.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Um. You’re going to make me shake your hand over this?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “it’s the diplomatic thing to do.”

“Yes,” he says, “for a diplomatic agreement.”

“Precisely,” you say. “That’s exactly what this is.”

He hesitantly brings his hand up to shake yours, but you quickly withdraw yours at the last second. “Nevermind. I don’t want to touch you.”

“Okay,” he easily accepts, “not how I expected to celebrate getting engaged, but whatever. By the way, when’s the wedding? Are we doing, like, a shotgun destination type vibe? Or something a bit more grand?”

“Just be at the courthouse at noon on Sunday.”

“What?! This weekend? That’s too soon,” he panics, “I need time to pick out a dress, and I need to figure out who my bridesmaids are going to be, and–”

“Satoru. Seriously. Just–...just shut the fuck up. Before the headache that you’ve already given me gets worse.”

You two sit in silence for a moment, him just mindlessly staring at a butterfly that landed on the plant at the center of the table, and you just stare off into the void past him while contemplating every life decision you’ve ever made. But that’s how it always was between you two. As much as you hated to admit it, you were jealous of him in a lot of ways. In every way that you were fucked up, he was nonchalant without a care in the world. You wish you knew what that sort of peace felt like, and you wondered if he could show you. Maybe someday when he doesn’t piss you off.

“So,” he interrupts your thoughts, “are you gonna take my last name?”

“Fuck no, I’d rather die.”

“Alright, jeez, I was just asking.”

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[end of chapter 1]

a/n. yayy!!! he said yes!! omg congrats on ur engagement!! haha this was a lot of fun to writeee :'') i've got sm fun ideas for this fic. yea this chap was supposed to be longer lol there's still some groundwork to lay w the side quests, but will def cover more of that in the next chapter!!! tysm to everyone that wanted to be on taglist omg i hope that you enjoyed <33 love uuu guysss smmmm also my bad if some stuff doesnt make sense i'm tryna be less perfectionist when i'm editing so that i don't go insane 😍

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[sergkoleso]

Navigating the World of Fiberglass Boats: A Comprehensive Overview

The fiberglass boat market is a vibrant and diverse landscape, offering a plethora of options to cater to various boating needs and preferences. Whether you're in the market for fiberglass fishing boats, pontoon boats, or center console boats, there’s no shortage of choices. Understanding the intended use and features of each type can significantly streamline your search. For instance, fiberglass fishing boats for sale are specifically designed with features like live wells, rod holders, and ample storage for tackle, making them perfect for avid anglers looking to enhance their fishing experience.

How Do I Choose the Right Size and Model for My Needs?

Selecting the appropriate size and model is crucial for ensuring a satisfying boating experience. Start by considering how many passengers you typically plan to have on board, the intended use—whether it’s fishing, cruising, or engaging in water sports—and your budget. Reputable fiberglass boat manufacturers such as Boston Whaler, Lund, and Sea King offer a variety of models tailored to meet diverse requirements. For example, fiberglass pontoon boats for sale are ideal for larger groups seeking leisurely cruising experiences, while fiberglass center console boats provide versatility for fishing, diving, and other exciting water activities.

Exploring Purchase Options: New vs. Used

When it comes to purchasing a fiberglass boat, you might find yourself pondering whether to buy new or used. Both options come with their own set of advantages and drawbacks. Brand-new boats not only feature the latest innovations but also guarantee pristine condition and come with warranties that provide peace of mind. However, this excellence often comes at a higher price point. On the other hand, buying used fiberglass boats for sale can be a cost-effective alternative; just be sure to thoroughly check the vessel's condition and maintenance history. It’s wise to consider hiring a professional marine surveyor to inspect any used boat you’re interested in to uncover potential issues or necessary repairs.

Where Can I Find Fiberglass Boats for Sale in My Area?

There are numerous avenues to explore when searching for fiberglass boats for sale. Local marinas, boat dealerships, online classifieds, and specialized boat listing websites can provide a wealth of options. Additionally, attending boat shows is an excellent opportunity to see and compare different models in person while potentially negotiating better deals with motivated sellers. Don’t hesitate to cast a wide net in your search for the perfect fiberglass boat; you never know what gems you might discover!

Budgeting and Additional Expenses

What Is the Average Cost of a New Fiberglass Boat?

The cost of a new fiberglass boat can vary significantly based on size, model, and features. Entry-level fiberglass fishing boats or pontoon boats typically range from $10,000 to $30,000. In contrast, larger fiberglass center console boats or luxury models can easily exceed $100,000. Establishing a realistic budget is essential; remember to factor in additional expenses beyond just the purchase price.

What Additional Expenses Should I Consider Beyond the Purchase Price?

In addition to the initial purchase price, several other costs come into play when buying a fiberglass boat. These may include:

Insurance

Registration fees

Trailer costs (if applicable)

Storage solutions

Accessories such as edge trim or rub rails

Ongoing maintenance costs

Don’t forget about essential safety equipment like life jackets and flares! For more details on managing these expenses effectively, check out our article on Unraveling the Expenses: Fiberglass Boat Restoration Unveiled.

Maintenance and Longevity

How Long Can I Expect a Fiberglass Boat to Last?

With proper care and maintenance, fiberglass boats can boast an impressive lifespan. Many well-maintained vessels can remain seaworthy for 20 years or more! Regular maintenance—addressing any issues promptly and using high-quality products—can significantly extend the life of your investment. Proper storage during the off-season is also vital; whether it’s in a dedicated fiberglass boat storage box or a covered facility, protecting your boat from the elements will help ensure its longevity.

What Are the Standard Maintenance Requirements for Fiberglass Boats?

Maintaining a fiberglass boat typically involves regular cleaning, waxing, and inspecting for any signs of damage or wear. Promptly addressing gel coat rot or cracks is essential to prevent further deterioration. Additionally, periodic hull maintenance and refinishing may be necessary to keep your vessel looking its best. Investing in quality cleaning products and tools—like specialized fiberglass boat cleaners—can make maintenance tasks more manageable. For insights into budgeting effectively for your dream fiberglass boat, refer to our article From Hull to Helm: Analyzing Expenses for Your Dream Fiberglassing Boat.By understanding the various types of fiberglass boats available and considering factors like size, condition, and maintenance needs, you can make informed decisions that lead you to your perfect vessel! With careful planning and research, you'll be well on your way to enjoying countless adventures on the water in your new fiberglass boat.

[the-firebird69]

He likes this version this is what he's trying to get to about Walmart and it's an old style and it's really inexpensive and it's an outboard that outboard is not big enough and the boat size and shape is pretty much the same that's what he said he wanted, hello I might have another bench and some waste of time with that cover in the front and it's also takes up space maybe just an open tunnel boat and there might be foam at the bottom so it won't sink and this would be a base model the width and the length is perfect it's like 13 or 14 ft but it would be an inexpensive starter boat for millions with several different configurations and you can start with this one and you can order add-ons and you can order several different types of configurations to make it into what boat you want and one would be like an open bow like a proper pleasure craft and the other side would be like a side console and for workloads and there's a lot of work working people who want these and those are simple modifications and their kits they have instructions and they're just bolt on application and there's some gluing but really it's a great idea and also a couple of other ideas that go along with it it would be an outboard but you put the center console in or the side console and then that's for doing things like crabbing and lobstering and if I work boat version it's a little tougher and has a bigger rub rails and things but the basic version would be sold he says through Walmart because it's a plastic boat and they sell weird things like that and they sell tons of them and we agree they they sell some strange things and then they sell tons of it and the plastic and the boat itself wouldn't be that much money and it would be a great first vote for many people and we do like the idea of having the deck it protects the boat since it's plastic and you could also have a fishing version that has the race deck for inland waterways and it is a bigger boat and you make a smaller version too for an inland waterways and to make a smaller version than this for a first time boat that's really inexpensive like the Boston whaler 11 ft boat and that's also going to come with the option so the side console and things like that but this you can go in the intercoastal waterway and you can go in harbors and bays and you can have it laid out as open fishing boat or a bay run our front where they open the boat with seats or you can order up the cuddy cabin kit and it would all go in this boat and but even though it's an outboard it's a great idea and a great concept and Hera has preliminary numbers and it's about $8,000 for The Open boat with the side console and the regular board seating and there'd be two of them and it's a great way to do things it's great for bringing fishing parties out and she did it when she was little too and he didn't know about it

Thor Freya

I do miss you too and I wonder what you're doing all the time he says I'm itching and having some problems with this rash I see it too it's a damn pain in the ass it'll go away eventually and I'm doing okay and I'm waiting up here for things to happen and I'm wondering what's going on we're talking about muck and stuff supposed to be Star wars and I guess there's an evacuation and they're concerned about ships so I do see what you're saying we're working and doing it right now and these boats will be part of it and I'm getting these together and I now see what you're saying and I'm going to write a note to Olympus and I do thank you and I appreciate your comment that I'm helping but what I'm saying

Hera

Olympus

[yachtingboat]

Lenny Rudow explores the features of the all-new Boston Whaler 190 Montauk. This classic model has received many updates, including the return of teak, tall bow rails, cushions in the bow, and plenty of other adaptable options for customers to chose from. https://t.co/vMPicpUD1S

[natashamriel]

The Jockey Factor

By Dean Arnold

You will never cash a ticket without a good ride.

Nothing is more important to me when playing the horses than believing the rider is going to do everything he or she can to give my horse a winning ride. This was the very first handicapping criteria I learned to use when evaluating a race. Back in the late 1970’s, my first trips to the racetrack were to watch my Dad bet a rider that completely dominated meet after meet. But it was not Angel Cordero or Laffit Pincay, Jr. It was Rodney Creedon riding at the Massachusetts Three County Fair circuit.

Equibase sums ups his career stats as follows: R. Creedon:  1,873 career starts 222 wins 255 seconds 233 thirds $402,411 earnings

Winning 12% of his races and averaging $215 per start may seem laughable by today’s standards. But the races at the fairs had just $1,600 purses, less than $1,000 going to the winner.  In the 70’s and 80’s, Rodney won race after race at Berkshire Downs, Great Barrington and Northhampton on war horses like Fleetlate’s Jewel, who won 24 of his 99 career starts amassing a mere $42,500, and Golden Guss, a 29-time winner in 73 starts for earnings of $72,000. These were durable horses. The 10% winner’s share of a purse only put about $96 in a rider’s pocket.

“The beauty of horse racing is that the cheapest seats in the house are pressed against the rail.” – Mike Joyce, TVG

I remember as a third grader being in the infield at the fairs, against the chain-link fence on the backstretch. My little brother and I would stay right where the far turn began and get pelted with dirt clods as the field went by. From our vantage point, I could not see the finish, so I would wait until the horses were pulling up on the back side.  I would yell out: “Did ya win, Rodney?!?!?!” and he would nod with a grin, never saying a word. As an eight-year-old growing up in New England, my sports heroes were Boston Red Sox hero Carl Yastrzemski, Gordie Howe of the Hartford Whalers, and jockey Rodney Creedon.

Fast forward to 2019 and I watch with amazement as the Ortiz brothers (Irad and Jose) have quickly risen to the top tier of their sport. Here on the East Coast, you can’t underestimate how important it is to factor in the presence of a top rider, and these two seem to complete multiple exactas a day, once again demonstrating that the heroes of the past are replaced by the young guns on top of their game.

Just as important as remembering the great rides at all levels of this sport is remembering that there are many permanently disabled jockeys that need our support. This Sunday, April 7th, Hall of Fame jockeys and TVG talent will team up to host the second annual telethon to raise money for the Permanently Disabled Jockeys Fund (PDJF) live on TVG, America’s Horse Racing Network.

I strongly encourage you to donate whatever you can by calling: 1-844-TVG-PDJF or to go online at https://pdjf.org/donate/

Last year was a great success with nearly $230,000 raised. Once again, superstar guest jockeys of today and yesterday will be waiting at the other end of the line from 12:00 pm to 7:00 pm ET.

Jockey Mike Smith will be joined by riding legends Pat Day, Laffit Pincay, Jr., Steve Cauthen, Chris McCarron, Sandy Hawley, Ramon Dominguez, Alex Solis and Quarter Horse legend, G. R. Carter. Also on the call will be leading jockeys riding at Keeneland and Santa Anita that day.

Whether at Keeneland, Santa Anita, or remembering your favorite small-circuit local riders, take time to appreciate just how important jockeys are to our sport.  If there’s one simple truth worth repeating, remember that you will never cash a ticket without a good ride!

Be sure to check out Dean Arnold’s handicapping book, A Bettor Way, on sale now through Amazon.

The Jockey Factor published first on https://tvgnetwork.blogspot.com

[tvgnetwork]

The Jockey Factor

By Dean Arnold

You will never cash a ticket without a good ride.

Nothing is more important to me when playing the horses than believing the rider is going to do everything he or she can to give my horse a winning ride. This was the very first handicapping criteria I learned to use when evaluating a race. Back in the late 1970’s, my first trips to the racetrack were to watch my Dad bet a rider that completely dominated meet after meet. But it was not Angel Cordero or Laffit Pincay, Jr. It was Rodney Creedon riding at the Massachusetts Three County Fair circuit.

Equibase sums ups his career stats as follows: R. Creedon:  1,873 career starts 222 wins 255 seconds 233 thirds $402,411 earnings

Winning 12% of his races and averaging $215 per start may seem laughable by today’s standards. But the races at the fairs had just $1,600 purses, less than $1,000 going to the winner.  In the 70’s and 80’s, Rodney won race after race at Berkshire Downs, Great Barrington and Northhampton on war horses like Fleetlate’s Jewel, who won 24 of his 99 career starts amassing a mere $42,500, and Golden Guss, a 29-time winner in 73 starts for earnings of $72,000. These were durable horses. The 10% winner’s share of a purse only put about $96 in a rider’s pocket.

“The beauty of horse racing is that the cheapest seats in the house are pressed against the rail.” – Mike Joyce, TVG

I remember as a third grader being in the infield at the fairs, against the chain-link fence on the backstretch. My little brother and I would stay right where the far turn began and get pelted with dirt clods as the field went by. From our vantage point, I could not see the finish, so I would wait until the horses were pulling up on the back side.  I would yell out: “Did ya win, Rodney?!?!?!” and he would nod with a grin, never saying a word. As an eight-year-old growing up in New England, my sports heroes were Boston Red Sox hero Carl Yastrzemski, Gordie Howe of the Hartford Whalers, and jockey Rodney Creedon.

Fast forward to 2019 and I watch with amazement as the Ortiz brothers (Irad and Jose) have quickly risen to the top tier of their sport. Here on the East Coast, you can’t underestimate how important it is to factor in the presence of a top rider, and these two seem to complete multiple exactas a day, once again demonstrating that the heroes of the past are replaced by the young guns on top of their game.

Just as important as remembering the great rides at all levels of this sport is remembering that there are many permanently disabled jockeys that need our support. This Sunday, April 7th, Hall of Fame jockeys and TVG talent will team up to host the second annual telethon to raise money for the Permanently Disabled Jockeys Fund (PDJF) live on TVG, America’s Horse Racing Network.

I strongly encourage you to donate whatever you can by calling: 1-844-TVG-PDJF or to go online at https://pdjf.org/donate/

Last year was a great success with nearly $230,000 raised. Once again, superstar guest jockeys of today and yesterday will be waiting at the other end of the line from 12:00 pm to 7:00 pm ET.

Jockey Mike Smith will be joined by riding legends Pat Day, Laffit Pincay, Jr., Steve Cauthen, Chris McCarron, Sandy Hawley, Ramon Dominguez, Alex Solis and Quarter Horse legend, G. R. Carter. Also on the call will be leading jockeys riding at Keeneland and Santa Anita that day.

Whether at Keeneland, Santa Anita, or remembering your favorite small-circuit local riders, take time to appreciate just how important jockeys are to our sport.  If there’s one simple truth worth repeating, remember that you will never cash a ticket without a good ride!

Be sure to check out Dean Arnold’s handicapping book, A Bettor Way, on sale now through Amazon.

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Exploring the World of Boston Whaler Boat Parts: Enhancing Your Boating Experience

 As boating enthusiasts, we understand the importance of maintaining and upgrading our vessels to ensure a smooth and enjoyable experience on the water. One brand that has consistently delivered top-quality boats for decades is Boston Whaler. Known for their durability, reliability, and superior craftsmanship, Boston Whaler boats have become a staple in the boating community. In this blog post, we will dive into the world of Boston Whaler boat parts, exploring their significance, availability, and how they can enhance your boating adventures.

The Significance of Genuine Boston Whaler Boat Parts: When it comes to maintaining your Boston Whaler boat, using genuine Boston Whaler boat parts is crucial. These parts are specifically designed and manufactured to meet the highest standards set by the brand, ensuring optimal performance and longevity. Genuine Boston Whaler boat parts are made from top-quality materials, undergo rigorous testing, and are backed by the brand's reputation for excellence. By investing in genuine parts, you can have peace of mind knowing that your boat is equipped with components that are tailor-made for its precise specifications.

Types of Boston Whaler Boat Parts: The range of Boston Whaler boat parts available is extensive, catering to the different needs and preferences of boat owners. Some common parts include:

a) Hull and Deck Components: This category comprises essential parts such as hull liners, swim platforms, rub rails, and bow rails, ensuring structural integrity and safety.

b) Mechanical and Electrical Components: From engines and propellers to electrical systems and navigation equipment, these parts are vital for smooth operation and functionality.

c) Seating and Upholstery: Upgrading your boat's seating and upholstery can enhance comfort and aesthetics, providing a more enjoyable boating experience for you and your guests.

d) Fishing and Accessories: Boston Whaler offers a wide range of fishing-specific parts, including rod holders, fish boxes, and tackle storage, allowing anglers to optimize their fishing adventures.

Availability of Boston Whaler Boat Parts: Obtaining Boston Whaler boat parts is relatively easy, thanks to the brand's extensive network of authorized dealers and online retailers. Authorized dealers typically stock a comprehensive inventory of genuine Boston Whaler parts, ensuring availability when needed. Online platforms dedicated to boating supplies also offer a wide selection of Boston Whaler boat parts, making it convenient for boat owners to browse and purchase the components they require. Additionally, Boston Whaler's official website provides a wealth of information and resources for identifying and acquiring the appropriate parts for your specific boat model.

Enhancing Your Boating Experience with Boston Whaler Boat Parts: By investing in high-quality Boston Whaler boat parts, you can elevate your boating experience in several ways. Firstly, genuine parts ensure the reliability and performance of your boat, reducing the risk of breakdowns and malfunctions while on the water. Secondly, upgrading certain components can enhance comfort, safety, and functionality, making each trip more enjoyable. Whether it's replacing worn-out seating with plush, comfortable options or installing advanced navigation equipment for improved accuracy, Boston Whaler boat parts offer endless possibilities for customization. Lastly, using genuine parts also helps preserve the value of your boat, ensuring that it remains in excellent condition for years to come.

Boston Whaler boat parts are designed to deliver exceptional performance and enhance your boating adventures. By choosing genuine parts, you can rest assured that your boat is equipped with components that meet the brand's rigorous standards. Whether you're seeking to maintain your boat's integrity, improve functionality, or personalize your vessel

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Boston Whaler 2 Piece OEM Rub Rail - Fits Outrage 17' From 1990-1995 & Outrage 18' - 25' From 1978-1992

Introducing the Boston Whaler OEM 2-Piece Rubrail Kit, designed to perfectly fit all Boston Whaler Classic Outrage models ranging from 18 to 25 feet produced between 1978 and 1992 (excluding the Cuddy Cabin and Dauntless models), as well as the Outrage 17 from 1990 to 1995. This rubrail may also be compatible with other Outrage models; please refer to the diagram linked below to compare with your existing kit.

The rubrail features a stylish off-white (moonstone) and black color scheme and comes complete with all necessary mounting hardware. It’s a versatile one-size-fits-all solution, so if your boat measures less than 25 feet, you will have extra material available. The kit includes aluminum rivets (3/16" diameter, 2 3/8" length). Please note that 12x1.5 screws are not included; if you choose to use them, they must be countersunk to ensure they do not interfere with the insert.

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Dom Daddy Gojo should be a brat tamer in the back of his nice car and on his boat. Just thought i’d share with the class. 😥

yes it’s always been a dream of mine to get railed by suburban dilf gojo on his 2023 boston whaler 220 dauntless w the low profile bow rail welded stainless steel, mercury fourstroke hydraulic power steering and not to mention the platinum gelcoat hull

what kind of car would ihm gojo drive tho 😭 i’m picturing a tesla but that makes me dislike him…but also it makes sense. i guess reader hates gojo so making him a tesla driver might make it easy for me to channel reader’s hatred towards him bc i despise tesla drivers xD okay tesla model s it is. there is zero space to fuck in the back of that thing tho. maybe front seat?

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The Buyer's Guide: Addressing Common Queries for Fiberglass Boats

Embarking on purchasing a fiberglass boat can be an exciting yet daunting experience, especially for first-time buyers. With many available options, it's natural to have questions and concerns. Welcome to our comprehensive buyer's guide. Here, we will provide valuable information and insights to help you make informed decisions that align with your boating aspirations. We understand you may have many questions, and we are here to address the most common queries. By the end of this guide, you will be equipped with the knowledge and confidence to make the right decision. Let's get started!

Navigating the World of Fiberglass Boat Models

What are the different types of fiberglass boats available?

The fiberglass boat market offers diverse options to cater to various boating needs and preferences. Whether you're searching for fiberglass fishing boats, pontoon boats, fiberglass center console boats, or simply fiberglass boats near your location, the options available are abundant. Understanding each type's intended use and features can help narrow your search. For instance, fiberglass fishing boats for sale are designed with features like live wells, rod holders, and ample storage for tackle, making them ideal for avid anglers.

How do I choose the right size and model for my needs?

Selecting the appropriate size and model ensures a satisfying boating experience. Consider the number of passengers you will typically have on board, the intended use (fishing, cruising, waterspouts, etc.), and your budget. Reputable fiberglass boat manufacturers such as Boston Whaler, Lund, and Sea King offer various models to meet multiple requirements. For example, fiberglass pontoon boats for sale are perfect for larger groups and leisurely cruising, while fiberglass centre console boats for sale are versatile for fishing, diving, and other water activities.

Exploring Purchase Options

Should I buy a new or used fiberglass boat?

Both new and used fiberglass boats have their advantages and drawbacks. Brand-new boats not only come with the latest features but also guarantee pristine condition and offer the peace of mind of a warranty. However, their excellence does come at a higher price. Buying used fiberglass boats for sale near me can save money, but check the vessel's condition and maintenance history carefully. Consider having a professional marine surveyor inspect the boat to identify any potential issues or needed repairs.

Where can I find fiberglass boats for sale in my area?

There are several avenues to explore when searching for fiberglass boats for sale. Local marinas, boat dealerships, online classifieds, and specialized boat listing websites can provide many options. Additionally, attending boat shows can allow you to see and compare different models in person, and potentially negotiate better deals with motivated sellers. Don't be afraid to cast a wide net in your search for the perfect fiberglass boat.

Budgeting and Additional Expenses

What is the average cost of a new fiberglass boat?

The cost of a new fiberglass boat can vary significantly depending on the size, model, and features. Entry-level fiberglass fishing boats for sale or fiberglass pontoon boats for sale can typically be found for sale between $10,000 and $30,000. In contrast, larger fiberglass center console boats for sale or luxury models can easily exceed $100,000. It's essential to establish a realistic budget and factor in additional expenses beyond the purchase price.

What additional expenses should I consider beyond the purchase price?

Aside from the initial purchase price, there are several additional expenses when buying a fiberglass boat. Some extra expenses for fiberglass boats may include insurance, registration fees, trailer costs (if necessary), fiberglass boat storage solutions, accessories such as boat edge trim or boat molding and rub rails, and ongoing fiberglass boat maintenance costs. Don't forget to factor in the costs of essential safety equipment, like life jackets, flares, and fire extinguishers.

Maintenance and Longevity

How long can I expect a fiberglass boat to last?

With proper care and maintenance, fiberglass boats can have an impressive lifespan. Many well-maintained vessels can remain seaworthy for 20 years or more. Regular fiberglass boat maintenance, addressing any issues promptly, and using high-quality products can significantly extend the life of your investment. Proper storage during the off-season, either in a fiberglass boat storage box or a covered facility, can also help protect your boat from the elements. Fiberglass boat maintenance: Fiberglass Boat Upkeep and Refinishing Uncovered

What are the standard maintenance requirements for fiberglass boats?

Fiberglass boat maintenance typically involves regular cleaning, waxing, and inspecting for any signs of damage or wear. Addressing gel coat rot or cracked gel coat promptly is essential to prevent further deterioration. Additionally, periodic fiberglass boat hull maintenance and fiberglass boat refinishing may be necessary to keep your vessel in top condition. Investing in quality cleaning products and tools, like fiberglass boat cleaners and boat hull cleaner fiberglass, can make maintenance tasks more manageable. Mastering Fiberglass Vessel Care: Your Questions AnsweredThis guide is helpful for both experienced and beginner boaters. It offers valuable advice for purchasing your dream boat made of fiberglass. You can confidently go on water adventures and create lasting memories by answering questions and giving the necessary information. With the right knowledge and preparation, owning a fiberglass boat can be a rewarding and enjoyable experience for years to come.

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7oz SOLUTION DYED POLYESTER BLACK COLOR STYLED TO FIT BOAT COVER FOR BOSTON WHALER 110 SPORT W/O BOW RAIL 2006-2017

7oz SOLUTION DYED POLYESTER BLACK COLOR STYLED TO FIT BOAT COVER FOR BOSTON WHALER 110 SPORT W/O BOW RAIL 2006-2017,[gallery] STYLED TO FIT BOAT COVER-Made from Technologically Advanced, Durable, 7 oz, Non Scratch, Solution Dyed Polyester. Solution Dyed Polyester means colors are part of the polyester fiber itself, rather than the dye adhering only to the surface of the fibers. Offers superior resistance to harmful UV rays, fading, mildew, tearing and overall wear-and-tear. This unique finish provides exceptional water repellency while maintaining breathability for the health of the boat. This cover is excellent for travel, mooring and storage. Styled-To-Fit Covers are made-to-order to fit hull style (boat shape) listed in item's title with no optional, aftermarket, add on equipment unless stated in our listing description. If you have any accessories not specified in the title please contact us prior to purchase. (Please note the picture is for display purposes only and does not capture the actual boat the cover is listed for.) PACKAGE INCLUDES: Brand New, Styled To Fit Boat Cover. 12 Trailering Straps. Features:-Weather-resistant anti-wick thread throughout construction, - Large diameter 1/4" shock cord on the bottom will hold the cover in place. There are sewn-in tie down loops. Double-stitched durable 4-ply seams, - Double folded hems. Motor covers are provided for most outboard models.This cover is made-to order and production time takes 7-10 business days. Made in USA. We offer only breathable fabrics for the well-being of your boat and its interior.7 YEARS Pro-rated Manufacturers Warranty!!! Please note: Please make sure you select the correct item before ordering as there is 20% restocking fee to return or exchange the item. This item is an aftermarket, styled to fit cover. The cover is not completely custom to the specific boat, but a highly fitted cover designed to accommodate the primary characteristics of the boat style. Boat Cover Support Pole (Not Included) is recommended for use with all boat covers. For Mooring purposes sandbag kits are recommended (sold separately) This boat cover offers superior resistance to harmful UV rays, fading, mildew, tearing and overall wear-and-tear. COLOR: BLACK Styled-To-Fit Covers are made-to-order to fit hull style (boat shape) listed in item's title with no optional, aftermarket, add on equipment unless stated in description. MADE IN USA. 7 YEAR WARRANTY Made from Technologically Advanced, Durable 7oz Solution Dyed Polyester. Designed for Mooring, Storage & Trailering purposes. This cover is made-to order and production time takes 7-10 business days. Styled to Fit Boat Cover Designed to accommodate Whaler Style Boats with Side Rails Only: 10'7"-11'6" Length x 70" Beam width. O/B Motor. Cover accommodates side rails and small side consoles or center consoles without windscreen and/or grab rails. Each cover has an attached motor cover [amz_corss_sell asin="B076PLZ2K5"],This boat cover offers superior resistance to harmful UV rays, fading, mildew, tearing and overall wear-and-tear. COLOR: BLACK Styled-To-Fit Covers are made-to-order to fit hull style (boat shape) listed in item's title with no optional, aftermarket, add on equipment unless stated in description. MADE IN USA. 7 YEAR WARRANTY Made from Technologically Advanced, Durable 7oz Solution Dyed Polyester. Designed for Mooring, Storage & Trailering purposes. This cover is made-to order and production time takes 7-10 business days.,https://www.marineclarity.com/shop/uncategorized.html/7oz-solution-dyed-polyester-black-color-styled-to-fit-boat-cover-for-boston-whaler-110-sport-w-o-bow-rail-2006-2017/,admin

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Lowrance Hook-7 Fishfinder/Chartplotter with Nautic Insight and Cover

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Boston Whaler 3 Piece OEM Rub Rail All Black - Fits Classic 9' - 17'

Introducing the Boston Whaler OEM 3-Piece 37' Rub Rail Kit in a sleek ALL BLACK finish. This kit is designed to fit all Boston Whaler Classic hulls measuring 9' to 17' manufactured between 1958 and 1998 (excluding Dauntless and 17' Outrage models). The kit comes complete with all necessary mounting hardware and detailed instructions for easy installation. It includes aluminum rivets with a 3/16" diameter and a length of 2 3/8", suitable for a grip range of .751 to .875. Alternatively, you can use 12x1.5 screws (not included), but be sure to countersink them to avoid interference with the insert.

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Boston Whaler 3 Piece OEM Rub Rail, All Bright White - Fits Classic 9' - 17'

Introducing the Boston Whaler OEM 3-piece 37' rub rail kit, available in a sleek ALL BRIGHT WHITE finish. This rub rail is perfect for classic 13' models featuring blue interiors, as well as any 9' to 17' Boston Whaler that requires a non-marking rub rail (note: excludes Dauntless and 17' Outrage models). The kit comes complete with all necessary mounting hardware, including aluminum rivets (3/16" diameter, 2 3/8" length; suitable for a grip range of .751 to .875). Although 12x1.5 screws can be used (not included), please ensure they are countersunk to avoid interference with the insert.

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