Two weeks ago, Big Byte studied the Outlaw Line and chuckled. "So easy," said he. He said that he'd get every game. In a way, he was correct - every game wrong, a rare feat!
I, of course, chided him for his brash predictions.
Well, you can probably guess the results from last week. Even though I make up the spreads myself, I finished dead last. Yapping doesn't pay!
In a similar way, really smart people like Beaner, Gingivitis and Cellboy are mired in the bottom of the pool. Meanwhile, brain damaged players like Gwermo, Idler/Mrs. Paul and Agent Orange are checked into the penthouse. A murky picture, huh?
Bad Luck,
The Commish