MARCH MADNESS 2014 - KENTUCKY VS WISCONSOONDONE - KOD

[smurphy]

I've known dudes on crack that make better analogies about life than you made about this game.
There is truly 2 minutes I will never get back.
Stupidest thing I have ever read.
Wisconsin will win this game.

You are wrong on all counts.

 

[Tina Yothers]

The ONE time you don't buy. :facepalm:

No bashing. :0003

 

[THE KOD]

The one time u did nt buy a point..

how ironic that I thought in this instance it would be enough to pick the winner and
not worry about points

Hmmm Is that a lesson of some kind for me.

yeh thats the ticket

 

[THE KOD]

March Madness 2014


8-2 + $ 2,816.00

80%

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Well that was a rough game to watch as Kentucky came out cold and just could not do much
with Wisconsin's defense.

In looking at the last game Monday I have decided that in the past I get in wagering trouble after
getting alot of wins during the March Madness tournament and then giving it back to the book
playing all in for the last game.


The last game for the Championship is always a toss up as they are the best of the best.
It is very difficult to pick the winner of this game.


So I am sitting that game out, keeping my winnings for football, and just watching the game.


Love March Madness

Good Luck Gents

 

[THE KOD]

KOD At The Bat

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Madjack nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning left to play;
And then, when yyz died at first, and edludes
did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go, in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which "springs eternal in the human breast;"
They thought, If only KOD could but get a whack at that,
We'd put up even money now, with KOD at the bat.

But RAYMOND proceeded KOD, as did also BBC Blake,
And the former was a no-good and the latter was a fake;
So, upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of KOD's getting to the bat.

But RAYMOND let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And BBC, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball,
And when the dust had lifted and men saw what had occurred,
There was RAYMOND safe at second, and BBC a-huggin' third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell,
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell,
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For KOD, mighty KOD, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in KOD's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in KOD's bearing and a smile on his face,
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt `twas KOD at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his bat with dirt;
Five thousand hands applauded as he wiped them on his shirt.
Then, while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in KOD's eye, a sneer curled KOD's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And KOD stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there,
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
"That ain't my style," said KOD. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him; kill the umpire!" shouted someone from the stand;--
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not KOD raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great KOD's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But KOD still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud," cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered "Fraud,"
But one scornful look from KOD, and the multitude was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold; they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that KOD wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from KOD's lip; his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of KOD's blow.

Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

And there is joy at Madjack's -- KOD just knocked it out.
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