Classic and has nothing to do with the lines. Wind blowing out. Lots of runs and action. A classic Dave Kingman day. Only day game on the card and on WGN. Just like the "NO LIGHTS" days.
Me a former Chicagoan can enjoy 80 degree sunshine in the pool or spend some time under a ceiling fan on the lanai enjoying a quality adult beverage [beverages]in the shade and in the hotub. Meanwhile my outdoor cable rigged TV gives me a peck of memories and the beloved Cubbies. I can turn down the sound and play some Jimmy Buffett. A beautiful day; I need out there its been computerville since 8:30.
Such is the scene today and such is the prescription for being -160 units or so down before the nightime card even begins. Lets play that wind factor too. We can guess fairly accurately that there will be 12 or 13 runs scored or not or more. Make that a possible -270 units or so down before the night card begins. This was always the road to doom and I religiously traveled this road. Then used to start the frantic chase at 7:00 PM more often then not.
BTW, Mrs. Jones convinced me to get a goat for the property this week since I can't seem to get around to mowing. Great I can add that to my black cat.
This is indeed a curse. A dilemma. A conundrum. It ruins my relaxation dampens my sunshine. Rains on my parade. I am now a self proclaimed disciplined baseball bettor. I am no longer a fan. I am a gambler. I am to a degree successful. I won't pull the trigger just for action. Or will I? I post all my picks now in part to avoid "The Classic Cubs Trap".
I could watch Oprah. I could read. I could go out in the yard and hit a few sand wedges to the other end of the property. I could mow the lawn. Right!!! I could work on a project. I could do a lot of things. What I can't do anymore is play ANY fav over -140 especially one which over the years has bled my heart as a youth and my bankroll as an adult.
Only one thing is certain. I can not enjoy this game without some action on it. That is the Price I have paid to be a gambler. As evil a Price as Jack. OK I overeached a bit there. But what is left to do. Like a spineless wimp, I waste more precious beautiful day to ponder the lines. Delve into them. Surely there will be an out that may save me something on the bet I am contemplating. An almost unstoppable urge has enveloped me. Like some slimey, drooling perve hiding his car in the back of the all nite xxx rated bookstore at 2 AM; then like a rat scurrying into a cesspool, I delve through the lines.
There found a bet on the Cubbies. Relief. OK now I can enjoy my day, my sunshine, my pool, my hotub, my quality adult beverages, Mrs Jones and the hundred other things I am blessed with here in my Florida retirement. But wait, I have not yet pulled the trigger, now I have to spend time and analyze the totals, perhaps they'll offer better value on the investment. The good life indeed!!!
It is a pitiful life my friends. Yet it is the like I have chosen. And I wish it for all of you. The quality adult beverages will soon help me cope.
Great it is past post: I didn't pull the trigger. There was a method to the madness of this post afterall and it is why I had to keep writing. Glad you figured it out. Heading outside now for some Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen. Sort of wish I had some action and I don't feel like Buffett anymore. I guess I might have the game on with no sound. Of course now the Cubs will win 13 -4 and I will lose what I would have won anyway. GL to all who played this game.
Me a former Chicagoan can enjoy 80 degree sunshine in the pool or spend some time under a ceiling fan on the lanai enjoying a quality adult beverage [beverages]in the shade and in the hotub. Meanwhile my outdoor cable rigged TV gives me a peck of memories and the beloved Cubbies. I can turn down the sound and play some Jimmy Buffett. A beautiful day; I need out there its been computerville since 8:30.
Such is the scene today and such is the prescription for being -160 units or so down before the nightime card even begins. Lets play that wind factor too. We can guess fairly accurately that there will be 12 or 13 runs scored or not or more. Make that a possible -270 units or so down before the night card begins. This was always the road to doom and I religiously traveled this road. Then used to start the frantic chase at 7:00 PM more often then not.
BTW, Mrs. Jones convinced me to get a goat for the property this week since I can't seem to get around to mowing. Great I can add that to my black cat.
This is indeed a curse. A dilemma. A conundrum. It ruins my relaxation dampens my sunshine. Rains on my parade. I am now a self proclaimed disciplined baseball bettor. I am no longer a fan. I am a gambler. I am to a degree successful. I won't pull the trigger just for action. Or will I? I post all my picks now in part to avoid "The Classic Cubs Trap".
I could watch Oprah. I could read. I could go out in the yard and hit a few sand wedges to the other end of the property. I could mow the lawn. Right!!! I could work on a project. I could do a lot of things. What I can't do anymore is play ANY fav over -140 especially one which over the years has bled my heart as a youth and my bankroll as an adult.
Only one thing is certain. I can not enjoy this game without some action on it. That is the Price I have paid to be a gambler. As evil a Price as Jack. OK I overeached a bit there. But what is left to do. Like a spineless wimp, I waste more precious beautiful day to ponder the lines. Delve into them. Surely there will be an out that may save me something on the bet I am contemplating. An almost unstoppable urge has enveloped me. Like some slimey, drooling perve hiding his car in the back of the all nite xxx rated bookstore at 2 AM; then like a rat scurrying into a cesspool, I delve through the lines.
There found a bet on the Cubbies. Relief. OK now I can enjoy my day, my sunshine, my pool, my hotub, my quality adult beverages, Mrs Jones and the hundred other things I am blessed with here in my Florida retirement. But wait, I have not yet pulled the trigger, now I have to spend time and analyze the totals, perhaps they'll offer better value on the investment. The good life indeed!!!
It is a pitiful life my friends. Yet it is the like I have chosen. And I wish it for all of you. The quality adult beverages will soon help me cope.
Great it is past post: I didn't pull the trigger. There was a method to the madness of this post afterall and it is why I had to keep writing. Glad you figured it out. Heading outside now for some Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen. Sort of wish I had some action and I don't feel like Buffett anymore. I guess I might have the game on with no sound. Of course now the Cubs will win 13 -4 and I will lose what I would have won anyway. GL to all who played this game.
