Vegas knows what I know.
Vegas knows that the Broncos are overrated. Vegas knows that the donks are due for a reality check.
Vegas also knows what I was planning.
See, this is what should have happened- the 6-0 donks should have been favored over the 3-3 ravens. Maybe by 3. Maybe even 3.5. That was step #1. Step #2 was me strolling into the sportsbook and dropping a few hundred dollars on a Baltimore moneyline bet. Step #3 (and this was going to be my favorite step) was me collecting my winnings and buying all my peeps lap dances.
Yeah, that was what was supposed to happen. One problem. Vegas knows.
Ravens by 4.
Now I don't know what the fuck to do. I'm rattled. They got in my head. Do I bet on the ravens covering? Do I take the points with the donks? Do I, dare I say it, throw down a Broncos to win bet?
Oh yuck, I just vomited in my mouth.
Vegas got me and they got me good. Looking at the lines, I'm stupefied. It's all Greek to me. I'm as confused as an adolescent male trying to unfasten his first girlfriend's bra.
My instinct is to grab the moneylines, take the underdogs, but I don't know.
Look at these lines- Vikes +3 at Gb. Mia +3.5 at NyJ. My instincts tell me to take the moneyline and never look back. But my confidence is shot. My security blanket is gone.
Vegas knows what I know, and they know I know they know.
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oh my poor LOVE! That's aweful. (funny blog though... if you intended it that way).
ReplyDeleteLOL, great blog. Vegas is a bitch. That's why we love her.
ReplyDeleteMy tally says GB by 6.5 and Miami by 6.5. Of course, my tally has had a hard-on for Miami for so long that it should really be seeing a doctor about it.