They say if you want to make a million dollars gambling, start with two million. They also say this about the wine industry, the stock market, and blogging. Nonetheless, the hills are alive with the sound of squishy grapes, wall street is always occupied, and the Internet is rampant with analysts, writers, and fans who boldly call themselves experts and offer - sometimes even sell - their opinions as facts. We've learned that the only fact about gambling is the house almost always wins.
And this, my friends, is our house.
When Marco and I grew up in the hood together on the southeastern part of West Avenue, we forged a friendship based in a mutual love of all things competitive. From professional sports to college athletics, Nintendo 64 Bass Masters 2000 to X Box FIFA Soccer 13, Wiffle Ball to anything you can play with balls, reality to fantasy, we did it all. If you still say gay for happy, then we were the gayest kids on the block.
Last year Marco and I decided to roll the dice on turning our passion into a profit industry, joining a football pool and taking its participants to the cleaners. We were classic rookies in the beginning of the year - using CBSSports as our main resource and following the guidance of idiots like Prisco and Judge. One of them nailed a 14-2 week against the spread and we thought he was a god. By mid-season he was under .500 and still beating the rest of their elite football journalists. ESPN experts aren't even brave enough to make picks against the spread, and I'm pretty sure Accuscore is owned and operated by Vegas casinos.
We started to feel like we were getting marriage counseling from Bobby Brown, dieting tips from Oprah, or singing lessons from Justin Bieber. Ridiculous. Let's ride our own damn roller coaster we decided. So, we started taking expert picks with a grain of salt and spoon full of judgment. After all, we had doubled our money by Week 9 and had a better overall record than any of the clowns we used to respect. That's when The Spread Zone was conceived. Nine months later, we're delivering.
Turns out football isn't about numbers and points and match-ups. It's about psychology and history and luck.
Enjoy the free picks while they last...
Vinny and Marco
We started to feel like we were getting marriage counseling from Bobby Brown, dieting tips from Oprah, or singing lessons from Justin Bieber. Ridiculous. Let's ride our own damn roller coaster we decided. So, we started taking expert picks with a grain of salt and spoon full of judgment. After all, we had doubled our money by Week 9 and had a better overall record than any of the clowns we used to respect. That's when The Spread Zone was conceived. Nine months later, we're delivering.
Turns out football isn't about numbers and points and match-ups. It's about psychology and history and luck.
Enjoy the free picks while they last...
Vinny and Marco
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