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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Betting Big

Published in the Desert Valley Times
August 23, 2005

I’m not much of a gambler.
It’s not a religious matter, or an ethical issue.
I simply suck at it.
I feel pretty sure that, if I were to bet $5 that the sun was going to rise tomorrow morning, it would be the day of a solar eclipse.
When I make a rare visit to one of the local casinos for a few hands of blackjack, I never expect to walk out with any money in my pockets.
That’s one of the few gaming speculations where I’m consistently correct.
And I don’t consider it gambling when I drop a few dollars into the slot machines while waiting in line for the buffet.
I consider it a donation to help send poor, underprivileged casino owners to summer camp in the Bahamas.
Unfortunately, the IRS doesn’t see it that way, so I don’t even get the deduction.
When it comes to sports wagers, I’m particularly inept.
At the greyhound track, I could bet on the rabbit every race and still manage to go broke.
The only way I could make any money betting on football would be to charge $5 to every New England fan I know if I just promised never to bet on the Patriots.
You’ve heard of the Midas touch?
I have the antidote.
It’s called the “Morris touch.”
If I were to bet ten bucks on the Philadelphia Eagles beating Mesquite’s fourth-grade youth football team, I feel pretty confident the Baby Bulldogs would wind up on the heavy end of a 34-20 score.
(It’s not as unbalanced a contest as you might think. Our team would have a starting lineup of nine-year-olds, while the Eagles would have Terrell Owens.)
And don’t talk to me about “the spread.”
The only time I get “the spread” right is when it involves cream cheese and a bagel.
I’m pretty knowledgeable about football (although a certain Iggles fan who wrote in last year might dispute that), but when it comes time to put my small money where my big mouth is, I can never seem to get it right.
Hence, the Morris touch.
Fortunately, I work for the newspaper, so I don’t have much money available for gambling.
Or eating, for that matter.
Since I haven’t found a bookie willing to accept El Rancho coupons on the Packers-Bears game, I’ll have to be satisfied with knowing how much money I save each week by being too broke to go broke.
So I’ll continue my life’s history of being out of sync with my environment.
I grew up in Maryland, the seafood capital of the world and the home of Maryland blue crabs, but didn’t like seafood.
I spent 16 years on the west coast of Florida, living six minutes away from the Gulf of Mexico, and never went to the beach.
And now I live in Nevada, where gambling is a way of life, unable to make the right call in a game between Cleveland and the Steelers.
For those who want to use the “Morris touch” to their advantage, the Browns play in Pittsburgh on Nov. 13.
I’m setting aside 10% of my salary for the next 11 weeks so I can bet $5 on the Steelers.
Browns fans should wager accordingly.
I would recommend that you get your bets in early, before the local sports books find out which way I’m leaning and Cleveland becomes the odds-on favorite.

2 Comments:

Blogger michelle said...

Now I know that I can blame the "morris touch" on my bad luck when it comes to the casino's and lottery tickets...I have a friend who wins everytime she goes anywhere near a casino or a lottery ticket...here's a hint on football, bet against the 49ers, even though they are my team since the early 80's they have sucked real badly over the last many years

4:14 PM

 
Blogger Workman Chronicles said...

My mom is like that, and she's not much of a gambler, either. Dog track, slot machines, black jack...she has the touch.

Guess it skips a generation.

As for the Niners...They are suffering from the "Curse of the Moose." When they became so arrogant that they believed they could let Steve Mariucci go and just plug in another guy. (They chose Dennis Erickson, a lousy coach who managed to destroy the University of Miami after using up all the players Jimmy Johnson left him, then went to Seattle, where he ruined a pretty good team). Any team who would decide on such a move deserves what they get.

Even my wife is a longtime Niners fan, and she's ready to give up on them.

*Morris

9:16 AM

 

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