Here is the major flaw in being able to bet and win consistently on baseball =
The BULLPEN and the CLOSER postitions.
These are TWO, yes (2) factors you CANNOT factor into your equation for value determination.
Even the very best BullPen ass, well, he will be ON or OFF, because of the fact that he has to sit around, wait, and then come into a situation that is:
a. Team is winning
b. Team is losing.
You still have to pitch great to get any recognition or wins.
So, you bet the starting pitcher, say SMOLTZ, and for all practical purposes, he looks like the total bomb. And, then, he pitches like he is the reincarnate of God. man, he is pitching his ass off. But, he is tied, when the manager decides to take him out.
Then, Billy Bullpen Bullshit guy comes in. Oh fucking boyu! It is now a crap-shoot, who the fuck KNOWS what is going to happen now. Even the studs = they seem to lose focus and shit, the other team jumps up and on them, and now, you (as a betting man) are in big shit. BIG SHIT.
Not because you didn't pick the BEST pitcher (and by the way, the LINE is set according to the starting pitcers), you had the best guy -300 for Atlanta, SMOLTZ, and he is clearly the best. But, his team doesn't hit the fucking ball. WTGDF?
So, after 8 innings, your stud sits, and Billy Buttfuck comes in. Duh, uh, hello, uh, doh! Grabbing my cup and spitting seeds, oh , do I have some seeds shit on my shirt, oh sorry, uh, how many outs are there now? We are winning, right? Oh, uh, cool, yeah, I guess I'm 'warm'. Damn, we're up 2, I can take some chances, throw some cool shit here.
Uh, oh, well, that Vernon Wells just rifled one OUT of here on me, but fuck, we are still up. Ball four. Oh, well, a double play, and I'm out of here.
Fuck, a base hit. OK. I'll throw my heat on this MF, and he will sit his ass down.
Pow. I'm looking up and back = oh, shit, it's gone. Crap. Here comes coach.
And, Uncle Steve in TexLand has lost because of my delirious, stupid, MF ass! Well, he didn't know I would suck, so fuck him. I'm 6-8 this year, alsmost 50%. Shit.
yep. That is how we lose, right there. If our team/pitcher can go, the team hits, then we got it. But the dagger to the heart, is those bullpen/closer guys.
They will KILL you. OR, the CAN kill you. Because, almost EVERY time? You can't know WHO will be coming into the game. Think about that.
US in TexLand
:WTF:
The BULLPEN and the CLOSER postitions.
These are TWO, yes (2) factors you CANNOT factor into your equation for value determination.
Even the very best BullPen ass, well, he will be ON or OFF, because of the fact that he has to sit around, wait, and then come into a situation that is:
a. Team is winning
b. Team is losing.
You still have to pitch great to get any recognition or wins.
So, you bet the starting pitcher, say SMOLTZ, and for all practical purposes, he looks like the total bomb. And, then, he pitches like he is the reincarnate of God. man, he is pitching his ass off. But, he is tied, when the manager decides to take him out.
Then, Billy Bullpen Bullshit guy comes in. Oh fucking boyu! It is now a crap-shoot, who the fuck KNOWS what is going to happen now. Even the studs = they seem to lose focus and shit, the other team jumps up and on them, and now, you (as a betting man) are in big shit. BIG SHIT.
Not because you didn't pick the BEST pitcher (and by the way, the LINE is set according to the starting pitcers), you had the best guy -300 for Atlanta, SMOLTZ, and he is clearly the best. But, his team doesn't hit the fucking ball. WTGDF?
So, after 8 innings, your stud sits, and Billy Buttfuck comes in. Duh, uh, hello, uh, doh! Grabbing my cup and spitting seeds, oh , do I have some seeds shit on my shirt, oh sorry, uh, how many outs are there now? We are winning, right? Oh, uh, cool, yeah, I guess I'm 'warm'. Damn, we're up 2, I can take some chances, throw some cool shit here.
Uh, oh, well, that Vernon Wells just rifled one OUT of here on me, but fuck, we are still up. Ball four. Oh, well, a double play, and I'm out of here.
Fuck, a base hit. OK. I'll throw my heat on this MF, and he will sit his ass down.
Pow. I'm looking up and back = oh, shit, it's gone. Crap. Here comes coach.
And, Uncle Steve in TexLand has lost because of my delirious, stupid, MF ass! Well, he didn't know I would suck, so fuck him. I'm 6-8 this year, alsmost 50%. Shit.
yep. That is how we lose, right there. If our team/pitcher can go, the team hits, then we got it. But the dagger to the heart, is those bullpen/closer guys.
They will KILL you. OR, the CAN kill you. Because, almost EVERY time? You can't know WHO will be coming into the game. Think about that.
US in TexLand
:WTF: