Ahhh gambling. The sweet, addictive roller-coaster that can rip mothers away from their babies and effortlessly destroy entire families. God bless our little dopamine neurotransmitters.
And what fun, right? Marco and I went from cursing ourselves Sunday morning, certain we were getting ulcers and aging quickly to waking up Monday morning as the most confident men you'll ever see. I felt like the guy in that Disney movie with all the cartoon animals following him around while he sang Zip a Dee Do Dah. Only in my movie, the hot, young girl at the chiropractor was totally checking me out. Probably knew I was a prognosticating genius. That's what it feels like when you go 11-5 ATS, win your weekly pool, and bring your season total up to a respectable 19-13.
What a ride, though. Marco and I nailed down our picks early, feeling like it was going to be an easy week. After the disgusting Thursday night showing by the Bears, however, we of course began the useless re-evaluation process of what we imagined was going to be a perfect 16-0 week. How could we let Jay Cutler ruin our confidence like that. What a jerk.
Friday night, Marco called me at two in the morning and said, "I just had a dream that the 1980 US Olympic hockey team was hosting a mixer with the 1969 Mets. In the middle of the party, Buster Douglas and Jim Valvano popped out of a birthday cake in two piece bikinis." That's all he needed to say. Five minutes later we'd switched our picks to all underdogs, except of course the indestructible Forty Niners.
We sat with those picks for all of eight hours - long enough to submit a blog with completely fictitious TLAs (three letter acronyms) like WODs and IGFs. With six home dogs, it made perfect sense. We scoured the Internet, finding statistics to support our delusion. Along the way we found things like San Diego being 19-3 ATS vs the AFC South and the Pittsburgh Steelers just being a better football team than the disorganized Week 1 over-achieving New York Jets.
We woke up just in time to revert our picks, change a couple more, and ultimately end up with exactly the same overall result as we would have had in the first place.
Sunday was agony - a slow start had us at 6-4 when the late games kicked-off, but a 4-0 afternoon and an unsurprising Forty Niner cover sealed up the pool in time not to worry about losing the Monday night game. I don't think anybody saw three first quarter picks by Peyton Manning, but it sure was nice not to give a shit and just watch the San Francisco Giants shrink their magic number to 8. Go Baseball Giants.
As a result of our success, The Spread Zone has been inundated with requests to post our picks to the public sooner. John Wooden once said, "Be quick but never hurry." He also said, "You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you." In the spirit of his greatness, Marco and I will be posting our picks this week by Thursday afternoon.
Stay tuned...
Vinny and Marco
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