Saturday, February 6, 2010

I Think I'm Dying Here, Man

With only a day left until the Super Bowl, I'm frothing at the mouth to put money on the big game. It's killing me not to bet on the Super Bowl. A Super Bowl without gambling would be like Christmas without presents. It would be like some hot chick asking you if you want a blow job and saying, "No thanks." It's wrong. It's wrong in every possible way.

And yet, another Super Bowl is going to pass where I won't have any action on it.

When I'm finally named king, the first thing I'm going to do is make sports betting legal. Not only that, but I'll make it a tax write-off.

The line is colts by 4.5. Gimme! Gimme! The colts will win by a TD easily. They'll probably win by two. Put me down for $500!

The worst part about missing out on betting the Super Bowl are all the cool prop bets that could be had. Here are a few I would take...

First Scoring Play of the Game- A NO FG. $10 pays $45

Winning Margin- Colts by 11-15 pts. $10 pays $70

Player to Score the First TD- Pierre Garcon, IND WR. $10 pays- $100

Total TD Passes by Payton Manning- 4. $20 pays $100

Fuck it. I'm tired of missing out on sports betting. Next year, I'll open an account, no matter what it takes. Or I'll get a bookie. Whatever! Whatever! I do what I want!