True Story:
I'm walking out of the Superbook at the Las Vegas Hilton last night, after watching my ticket on the Houston Rockets get charred and burned like it was thrown into a blast furnace. Some guy inside the sportsbook is walking out next to me and as we are going through the glass doors, he starts bitching and moaning about the bad night he had. I'm trying to make an exit here, as the last thing I want to engage in is some melody of bad beat stories. He then chirps about the Rockets dying the final minute, which hit an emotional soft spot with me. Without thinking, I find myself uttering some profanities about the Rockets and the loss, which then ignites the other man to become more passionate.
Where is this heading, you ask?
So, we are stading out there near the exit swapping tales of woe, right beside the Secretariot statue. The man start talking about the college games tomorrow. I'm already down on seven totals, and the last thing I want is more action on the tournament -- especially after dropping 5 units. The launches into a rambling rant about how Marquette is going to stomp the shiit out of Pittsburgh Thursdy night. I was considering a play on PITT, but I don't like laying that many points. The man keeps talking. He says he's got everything down on Marquette as his bailout game. I tell him, "thanks for the tip," as we both walk off to our cars.
The man then climbs into this rusted out old car that looks like it came out of a Cheech and Chong movie. He waves and drives off.
You can't punch a gift horse like this in the mouth.
PLAYING PITTSBURGH -5.5
-- Nolan Dalla
PS -- Given my recent record, perhaps someone might like to fade my picks too!
I'm walking out of the Superbook at the Las Vegas Hilton last night, after watching my ticket on the Houston Rockets get charred and burned like it was thrown into a blast furnace. Some guy inside the sportsbook is walking out next to me and as we are going through the glass doors, he starts bitching and moaning about the bad night he had. I'm trying to make an exit here, as the last thing I want to engage in is some melody of bad beat stories. He then chirps about the Rockets dying the final minute, which hit an emotional soft spot with me. Without thinking, I find myself uttering some profanities about the Rockets and the loss, which then ignites the other man to become more passionate.
Where is this heading, you ask?
So, we are stading out there near the exit swapping tales of woe, right beside the Secretariot statue. The man start talking about the college games tomorrow. I'm already down on seven totals, and the last thing I want is more action on the tournament -- especially after dropping 5 units. The launches into a rambling rant about how Marquette is going to stomp the shiit out of Pittsburgh Thursdy night. I was considering a play on PITT, but I don't like laying that many points. The man keeps talking. He says he's got everything down on Marquette as his bailout game. I tell him, "thanks for the tip," as we both walk off to our cars.
The man then climbs into this rusted out old car that looks like it came out of a Cheech and Chong movie. He waves and drives off.
You can't punch a gift horse like this in the mouth.
PLAYING PITTSBURGH -5.5
-- Nolan Dalla
PS -- Given my recent record, perhaps someone might like to fade my picks too!
