Dudes,
It's finally here, like prom night when we were a couple years younger. Excitement brews, stimulation boils over and our hormonal balance rises. Who was supplying the beer? Where was the "afterparty?" Who's getting the rubbers? Will she or won't she? What color lingerie?
All the above questions we all stumbled through the day wondering what the fuck was going to happen that evening. Fast forwarding to present day we now have the ALDS. Friday nights are tailored for a guys night out watching today's first game in Arlington into the late night hours in New York. It's important to have wings, burgers, dogs and beer. It's important to drink too much and win our wager(s), and finally it's especially important to allow ourselves to be picked up by any chick that needs a winner on the night as we all will be come the morning.
NOTE: guys, if all your reduced to at the end of the night are HP's (Hog Pumpers), it's OK, wrap a Twinkie around your dick so she'll at least blow you. For the record, I'm a skinny minny type of preference with the rare exception of that weak moment syndrome.
It's OK to lie to chicks too that you know will just use you, remember, winning is radiant, it gives us confidence, bitches smell that shit like the next shoe store having a 50% off sale. Tell them your name is "Elvis," works everytime for me.
Now that I've laid the groundwork for the evening, I can get to the diamonds.
At first glance of the lines, I felt the total was the best play with Verlander and Sabathia on the bump and their associated ERAs. Running shit into The Meat Vendor database adding subangles for the playoffs, I'm still noticing the total to be on the "low" side. However, what's starting to erect itself like hardened headlights protruding from the mammary glands is a money line off.
Before I discuss this, let me push the pedal to the floor. Few people outside of the New York region are Yankees fans, also, the betting public loves to root for the underdog if they're the fuckers not wagering on the game. Anybody who lives in the state of Michigan will disagree with the end result of my writing.
I've been to both Detroit and New York and let me speak the truth. The craziest and best fans in the world are them "Fucking Bleacher Creatures" hands down. Detroit, you may have the seasons Cy Young winner, but then again so did the Indians back to back years with coincidentally Sabathia and Cliff Lee. Mark Shapiro was the worst GM in the history of diamonds for letting them go, what an ass hole he is.
Verlander faced the Yankees twice this season both times hurling 6 innings giving up 3 runs. Let me rephrase this, he labored in his itch count registering 114 and 127 tosses in that time frame. He didn't win in either contest. CC Sabathia looks like the mirror image of David Wells on the anthill tipping the Blub-O-Meter at about 299 lbs, just a biscuit shy of the 3 mark.
The veteran Yankees will work Verlander tonight making him throw strikes and pitches he doesn't want to throw. I really want to see Granderson go yard tonight against his former team.
It's too fucking easy tonight to take the next Cy winner as a pup, for those who do best of luck. The betting public has acslight lean on Verlander as well, the money line has raised just a little though, how can this be I ask?
Tomorrow you'll know, I had the beer, the afterparty was in my backyard with boxes of flavored condoms with easy chicks that gave it up at will wearing magenta thongs.
Welcome to your prom night guys.
9* Load Dispersement on the New York Yankees specifying Verlander against Sabathia.
As always my fellow sausage deliverers, best of luck,
Eddie Rebel
It's finally here, like prom night when we were a couple years younger. Excitement brews, stimulation boils over and our hormonal balance rises. Who was supplying the beer? Where was the "afterparty?" Who's getting the rubbers? Will she or won't she? What color lingerie?
All the above questions we all stumbled through the day wondering what the fuck was going to happen that evening. Fast forwarding to present day we now have the ALDS. Friday nights are tailored for a guys night out watching today's first game in Arlington into the late night hours in New York. It's important to have wings, burgers, dogs and beer. It's important to drink too much and win our wager(s), and finally it's especially important to allow ourselves to be picked up by any chick that needs a winner on the night as we all will be come the morning.
NOTE: guys, if all your reduced to at the end of the night are HP's (Hog Pumpers), it's OK, wrap a Twinkie around your dick so she'll at least blow you. For the record, I'm a skinny minny type of preference with the rare exception of that weak moment syndrome.
It's OK to lie to chicks too that you know will just use you, remember, winning is radiant, it gives us confidence, bitches smell that shit like the next shoe store having a 50% off sale. Tell them your name is "Elvis," works everytime for me.
Now that I've laid the groundwork for the evening, I can get to the diamonds.
At first glance of the lines, I felt the total was the best play with Verlander and Sabathia on the bump and their associated ERAs. Running shit into The Meat Vendor database adding subangles for the playoffs, I'm still noticing the total to be on the "low" side. However, what's starting to erect itself like hardened headlights protruding from the mammary glands is a money line off.
Before I discuss this, let me push the pedal to the floor. Few people outside of the New York region are Yankees fans, also, the betting public loves to root for the underdog if they're the fuckers not wagering on the game. Anybody who lives in the state of Michigan will disagree with the end result of my writing.
I've been to both Detroit and New York and let me speak the truth. The craziest and best fans in the world are them "Fucking Bleacher Creatures" hands down. Detroit, you may have the seasons Cy Young winner, but then again so did the Indians back to back years with coincidentally Sabathia and Cliff Lee. Mark Shapiro was the worst GM in the history of diamonds for letting them go, what an ass hole he is.
Verlander faced the Yankees twice this season both times hurling 6 innings giving up 3 runs. Let me rephrase this, he labored in his itch count registering 114 and 127 tosses in that time frame. He didn't win in either contest. CC Sabathia looks like the mirror image of David Wells on the anthill tipping the Blub-O-Meter at about 299 lbs, just a biscuit shy of the 3 mark.
The veteran Yankees will work Verlander tonight making him throw strikes and pitches he doesn't want to throw. I really want to see Granderson go yard tonight against his former team.
It's too fucking easy tonight to take the next Cy winner as a pup, for those who do best of luck. The betting public has acslight lean on Verlander as well, the money line has raised just a little though, how can this be I ask?
Tomorrow you'll know, I had the beer, the afterparty was in my backyard with boxes of flavored condoms with easy chicks that gave it up at will wearing magenta thongs.
Welcome to your prom night guys.
9* Load Dispersement on the New York Yankees specifying Verlander against Sabathia.
As always my fellow sausage deliverers, best of luck,
Eddie Rebel