He summarizes last week, and makes picks for next week.
By the way, I hope none of you take my posting links to the Friday columns as an endorsement of gambling. I just think Simmons is funny. I don't gamble--partly because I don't have the money to gamble, but mostly because when I start to lose a bit (even a very little bit), I break out into a cold sweat and my heart starts to beat like a jackhammer. I'm serious. I think it is a genetic thing--I've watched my old man age three years in twelve minutes while my mom is at the slots. (Incidently, my mom actually works at a casino now. And my dad is 342 years old.)
I can't imagine if I had real money in any gambling, but my guess is that some sort of flesh-eating rash and one of those portable defibrillators would be prominently involved. That's just me. Feel free to gamble, feel free to watch NASCAR and pro wrestling, feel free to eat tofu. Just don't expect me to understand. You freaks.
No comments:
Post a Comment