What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
Every great airliner disaster movie starts with one pilot looking quizzically at the instrument panel and saying something like “Hey, Bob, do you think that engine is running a little hot?”
Then “Bob” looks at the panel, furrows his brow and says “Nahhh, that’s fine.” Five minutes later, there’s a stewardess screaming into the radio and once again, Charlton Heston is poised to play the hero.
Thanks to the biggest number of non-covering winners I’ve ever had in one week, there’s a warning light blinking in the cockpit of the airliner that is the J-Dub Gambling Challenge. The bankroll which started the season at $5,000 now a stands at $4,821 after five weeks of action. Realistically, that’s not too bad, but it’s still a “red” number. The trouble is I simply don’t know whether it’s not a big deal, or if I’m about to eat a cornfield at 600 miles per hour.
DISCLAIMER: Because gambling is illegal at Bushwood, sir… and when it comes to gambling, I slice like Jack the Ripper working the deli counter on crystal meth. That’s why this in no way, shape or form is a gambling advice column, and all “bets” are mythical in nature. In other words, don’t come crying to me when you lose your house payment betting real money like I’m “betting” Monopoly money.