So last Tuesday night (late) I was at a bar and I started talking to this in-shape cougar. Now, I've been losing left and right and I wasn't at the bar to hunt some high-mileage snatch. Just wanted to take in a beer and relax. Anyways, the cougar sits next to me and I throw some conversation her way.
"Yadda yadda this, yadda yadda that" And I don't really give a shit.
So we're talking and I'm thinking about true parlay
odds. I've got $5 left that I'd like to deposit at a book, but these books won't accept that little of a deposit. (Bastards!!!) So I start working on the cougar. I will let her blow me if she pays me $55.00 (just enuff to get a $50 deposit in plus the fees), then I'll turn around and do a 6-team parlay on that $50. I said to her, "Listen, you get to blow me and I'll multiply that 50 bucks big-time. AND(!!!) I'll give you half of the parlay winnings."
She was totally into it. She got all excited about the money she'd win. Gonna buy this, gonna buy that. Well, next thing this fukking cougar says is, "What are the true odds on this 6-teamer?"
Now, I don't know shit about math. My deposits usually disappear faster than an illegal immigrant once he gets across the border never to be reprimanded.
So, mathy, I gotta go to this bar tonite and tell her what the true odds are on a 6-teamer.... so I can get that $50 deposit in.