Sunday, February 03, 2008
BLOGGING LIVE DURING THE GAME
The line is the Cheaters minus 12, the over/under is 54.
First the lock of the day: tails is 110, meaning you have to bet 110 to win 100. Do it- it’s a Rumpole lock.
OK- the easy stuff first: The Over is 54 and we like it. The Cheaters have won most of their games this year by more than 12 points. Plus the evil genius Belichich often holds something back in meaningless regular season games against teams he could meet in the playoffs, so the Cheaters 3 point win over the Gints in the last regular season game is meaningless in our opinion. If you want to play the favorite, the move here is to put your lunch money on the Cheaters. They should win.
But if you want to live a little, read on dear readers.
For the professional gamblers : the opening line was NE -14 and the move was to take the Giants +14 and then the Cheaters -12 today, hoping for “a middle”. A middle would be where the Cheaters would win by 13, giving you a win on both your bets and wrecking your bookie.
There is one famous example of a middle wrecking bookies in a super bowl to the extent that small Vegas casinos needed help in paying off their bets. We think it was the first Steelers/Cowboys super bowl where the Steelers won 21-17 and the pros took the Boys+4 1/2 early and the Steelers -3 late. Anyway, if you took the Giants +14 early in the week, you might want to put a few NE clams on the cheaters -12 and hope for the middle and a new Lexus.
If you want to live dangerously: if you want to play out on the edge of the envelope; if you like putting everything onto one roll of the dice, then this is for you:
We like the money line with the Giants paying 320 to win for every 100 bet, no points involved.
That’s right- we’re living dangerously today and betting with our heart and not our head, and picking the boys from Jersey to put some Thunder Road on the cheaters, “because baby we were born to run.” We have it on good authority that the Giants defense has been playing Springsteen’s new song “your own worst enemy has come to town” and they are psyched sky high to lay a Jersey blue collar whopping on pretty boy Brady and punk him right in front of his supermodel babe.
Here are our thoughts:
The Giants have the better defense. Period.
The Giants have a better running game. Period.
The Giants have a wide receiver (Buress) that can compete with the Cheaters wideout (Moss) and the Giants have a hot QB, while Brady has been less than stellar during the playoffs.
These cheaters could barely beat a mediocre San Diego team playing without the best player in the game (Tomlinson) and with a QB who had a bum knee.
Now that being said, give these cheaters their props- they know how to win. They are superbly coached by an evil genius who has no regard for the rules. They are hungry to complete the perfect season, and all the pressure is on them.
If they win, it is because they are the favorites.
Ahh, but if they lose. The biggest choke of all time. The greatest upset in super bowl history since Joe Willie trotted on to the field of our home town Orange Bowl and with the help of Don Maynard, Matt Snell and a little help from back-up QB BabeParilli, beat Don Shula’s Colts 16-7 (we had the under.)
The measure of these cheaters will not be if they blow out the Giants 45-10. No the real measure will be if they are tied 35-35 and the Giants are on a drive with about a minute left in the game. The real measure of this team will be can they stand up to the pressure of history as the sun sets in Arizona and the game and the perfect season is on the line? (sorry Captain, but you are wrong mon ami- the stadium has a retractable roof which will be open for the game).
By all rights the cheaters should complete the perfect season. But that’s why they play the game, and one tough defense and a bunch of guys who think they can win are standing in the way of Belichick, Brady and Moss.
Go Big Blue.
Giants 38-Cheaters 35.
PS- want Rumpole's expert opinion on the super bowl as it unfolds? Turn your TV on; put your laptop in your lap and blog live while it all happens, or until we drink too much.