Originally posted on 03/07/2010:

do you ever calculate the house edge on a straight bet? your standard -110 line?

don't you fukking get it yet? you can't win Rocky!!!! so that doesn't work as well without the fukked glasses and shrilly voice, but you get it right?

after thousands and thousands of plays, the house edge will bite you square in the ass...oh, i know, it will never happen to you, just all the other schmucks that line up with their grocery money, rent, mortgage, kids braces whatever the fukk money they can't afford to lose.

not you champ, you're smarter than all them degenerate fukks with their high blood pressure and short fuses and slowly developing stomach ulcers when UCLA hits a meaningless 3 at the buzzer in march madness 7 years ago, but you still remember that shit...fukk, you still remember Ortege fukkin Jenkins bending you over without the courtesy of the reach around as he takes a win and gives it to your local....

but you learned from all of those bad beats...

bad beats?!?!?!

Bad Beats!?!?!?!?!?

they aren't bad beats genius, they are math. they are the house edge catching up to you, know matter how smart you are, how careful you are, how fleet of foot you may be, that edge is out there waiting...just waiting...and every bet you make gets you closer to the train barreling down the tracks

you hear that Mr Anderson?

That is the sound of inevitability

It is the sound of your death

Goodbye Mr Anderson

but you ain't Neo and this ain't no fukkin movie. strap up bitches, more than 90% of the members on this board will finish down.

but not you ace