May 14, 2008 in philasophy
Yesterday’s wagers: -5.25 units
Mariners MONEYLINE (lost 2.61 units)
Yankees MONEYLINE (lost 1.44 units)
Tigers MONEYLINE (lost 1.20 units)
YTD: -4.57 units
Today’s Plays – All wagers are to win the units listed.
Dodgers MONEYLINE (1.2 units)
Yankees MONEYLINE (1.64 units)
Tigers MONEYLINE (2.79 units)
Cardinals MONEYLINE (1.12 units)
Nationals/Mets under 9 (1.2 units)
Have faith gamblers. Have faith.
May 14, 2008 in Flyers
With the Flyers on the verge of a sweep, it’s time to step back and put this all into perspective here. Since the Sixers raised their championship trophy back on May 31, 1983, there have been 96 successive team seasons ended without a championship (this is taking into consideration there was no World Series in 1994 and no Stanley Cup in 2005). 96. This time next year we will be celebrating the 100th straight season ended without a trophy. It is hard to grasp to be perfectly honest with you. There are probably cities such as Cleveland who have more consecutive losing seasons than Philadelphia, but let’s be frank here, nobody gives a shit about Cleveland. Even Cleveland doesn’t care about Cleveland. Jesus doesn’t care about Cleveland.
This Flyers season isn’t over officially, but them coming back to win this series is about as likely as Brett Myers not growing double D tits by August. And it’s painful. We started to believe that maybe this team was capable of going all the way. They were underdogs in two series, and won both. They were 5-3 vs. the Penguins this season (4-0 at home) and we saw hope. We knew the Penguins were hot, we knew they had two great players in Malkin and Crosby, but we didn’t care because we knew deep down that Sidney Crosby is a closet homosexual. We knew he loved men. Shaved European men like the ones who first introduced him to the dark and painful world of anal sex back during his overseas trip in Junior hockey. We had a chance, and we ended up being the ones bent over a sink, screaming instead.
Is there hope anymore? Does hope keep us alive or does it prolong our agony? Rooting for these teams is like having terminal cancer. You hope the cure comes and you stay strong mentally….but deep down you know you’re going to die someday, in pain, and trophyless.
