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And Iona wins by 19…

Harsh Glare from Gael

Why subject myself to such a fuckin’ cruelly ironic putrefaction of riffraff. Are you kidding me they lose by 19. Here is the brilliance that was the final two minutes:

1:58 42-61 Foul on Milan Prodanovic
1:58 Dorvell Carter missed Free Throw. 42-61
1:58 42-61 Rashard McGill Defensive Rebound.
1:36 42-61 Trinity Fields missed Two Point Jumper.
1:36 Dorvell Carter Defensive Rebound. 42-61
1:28 Rob Johnson missed Three Point Jumper. 42-61
1:28 Dorvell Carter Offensive Rebound. 42-61
1:15 R.J. Hall missed Three Point Jumper. 42-61
1:15 42-61 Rashard McGill Block.
1:12 Dorvell Carter Offensive Rebound. 42-61
1:11 Dorvell Carter missed Two Point Layup. 42-61
1:11 42-61 Trinity Fields Defensive Rebound.
1:04 42-61 Milan Prodanovic missed Two Point Layup.
1:04 Rob Johnson Defensive Rebound. 42-61
0:38 Rob Johnson Turnover. 42-61
0:00 42-61 Trinity Fields Turnover.

Awesome. Just when I think I have this shit figured out, reality tantalizes the mind to exhaustion before smacking me square in the face with its ineffably callous constitution, by way of assuming the shape of a jagged shiv. The harshest $55 I’ve ever lost. Gonna have nightmares about this one.

FML

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Iona Gaels -21; A study in Isolation

I’ve been reading Gladwell’s “What the Dog Saw,” and any time one read’s a profound and thought provoking novel, dirge, article, or in this case, collection of articles, some juxtaposition to personal relevance is imminent Here are some correlating thoughts on Iona’s opening number of -21.

In any industry, rarity has a habit of inducing large money-making situations for the sagacious few that choose to take advantage.

See the obvious play after the jump

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South Carolina upsets Kentucky

And that means…what exactly?.

Does the regular season in NCAAB stimulate any sort of emotion aside from fans of their respective teams? The South Carolina faithful will be elated, ecstatic, and overjoyed over the next few days coming off an historical upset. What does an historical upset really mean over the course of the season? With the win, South Carolina has now placed themselves firmly on the ephemeral pedastal, and the proverbial bubble. Congratulations on giving writers the chance to use the phrases “ephemeral pedastal” and “proverbial bubble.” Both situations lead to one inevitability, a regression to the mean, to the stark nature of mediocrity.

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Following Two point line moves at Pinny for NCAAB

Pinnacle Sportsbook is considered by many to be the sharpest offshore book in the business.  They are known for shading the lines for their customers, depending on which side you are typically inclined to bet (road/home, fav/underdog).  They also have some of the higher limits in the industry, and their 5 cent ‘vig’ (-105) is very inviting to big-time bettors.  Its common to look to Pinnacle for the opening line, for they are one of the first to release a ticket.

A line often moves two or more points when, obviously, a lot of money is on one side.  Sometimes syndicates try to manipulate a line in order to establish a middle situation, where they can bet and try to win both sides.  I’ve made a table showing the result of any game in which the line moved two points or more either way from Pinnacle.  Using where the line opens and closes.  Maybe I can isolate a pattern.  At length, everything is basically 50/50, but maybe in certain conferences or situations I can find an advantage.

To simplify the complex, the table is every college basketball line that moved two points, regardless of injury factor, juice, or other possible stipulations.  This is just a base analysis of line movement.  Screw the NBA, its a different animal.

Click to see Table

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NCAAB Saturday Dirge

Releasing these early.

I have a prior engagement with the sinful boundaries of my inner consciousness, by way of night out in Seoul. Delightful debaucheries and incorrigibly eclectic vagaries of moral desolation.  A weekend party in Seoul is like a black, devilish Prism, where on the wall a list of sins are being scratched off by an unknown force, surrounding me on all sides until it converges at top, betraying my unwitting submission to a Soju induced orgy of progressive madness. I have trouble putting into words the regretful conditions of my last nightly escapade, for such a demoniacal sequence of words were never meant for paper.  My former attempts to explain what has occurred during my occasional gorgeously appalling engagements in Seoul, met with a severely spitting restraint, as if the paper refused to swallow the distasteful recipe of verbiage, forming its personified lips into a tiny aperture through a jutted squinching, though instead of for a kiss, proceeded to practice the application of exhalation, releasing worded excrement back into my face.

Two possible endings to what is forthcoming; I will either be found in pieces chopped up in a bowl of kimchee, or I will have exhausted my bank account after discovering I  obliviously hopped a plane to Osaka on a whim, appropriating money to the convenience of all passengers.

Either way I won’t be fully functional until the next Wedneseday.  At least I can take solace in these locks.
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