Cowboys travel to New Orleans to stop the Saints' perfect season
Cowboys travel to New Orleans to stop the Saints' perfect season
by CrazyLou
There are one hundred reasons why the Saints should win this game Saturday versus the Dallas Cowboys. I don’t know all of them personally. I just know that they exist.
Guys with clipboards and suspenders, calculators, and seven Excel windows open would be able to formulate those better than I.
What I do know is that when the masses gather around and reach a consensus, trouble surely lurks in the corner. But this is not solely about what is referred to as “fading the public.”
For a Dallas Cowboys team that has made being clinically bad in December an art form, this is about redemption. This is about showing up big when the analysts, touts, average Joes, and even wise guys counted you out. The Dallas Cowboys have far too much talent on both sides of the ball to be the late night TV punchline that they are now.
Call me crazy. I call myself a gambler.
That’s what handicapping is about, though, isn’t it? Backing a team that once held such promise; entrusting a team with your hard earned or ill-gotten cash, to do something that the public expects not to happen.
The betting nation is locked in on the New Orleans Saints, so blinded by their pursuit of perfection that their unified opinion has compelled oddsmakers to set the Saints as seven-point home favorites Saturday night. Seven points to a team that can bury you before the second half whistle sounds. Amazing, isn’t it?
Much kudos to the Jim Rome’s of the world for their part in instilling this Saints love fest ad nauseam anytime a camera rolls.
The sports media is no different than the political media, able to distort and misrepresent the truth at will, preying on those too powerless or lazy to form their own opinion. It’s hard to blame the media for these practices. Where there’s supply there’s demand, and there’s certainly a demand being made by the armchair quarterbacks of the world that want to chow down on a three-thousand calorie meal while being fed a guilty sports pleasure.
There’s bait fed to the masses in all walks of life. Don’t be the fish that bites. Be the ultimate gambler like myself, able to see through the smoky gray distractions employed by those that just want to see you fail because it makes for a better story. Nobody in the media gave the New York Giants any chance against the New England Patriots in Super Bowl XLII. Nobody is giving the Cowboys a prayer against New Orleans.
Wade Phillips is scathed in the Dallas media like he were a villain, there are daily reports calling for his head on a stick, fans and writers penning Jerry Jones to take action. I can understand the ribbing of other Dallas Cowboys members, but not Wade.
Here’s a guy that is doing his absolute best to coach a collection of overpaid grown men. He’s not as fiery as a Tomlin or Holmgren. He’s a soft-spoken Tony Dungy with a whole lot more flab and a whole lot less experience winning big games.
If you want to feed Tony Romo to the wolves with his off-field flamboyance, knock yourselves out. Wade Phillips is a damned good football coach, and for any of us to throw stones and jump on the fire Wade bandwagon is premature. Wade has three games left with which to right the ship, at least curtail the flames and uproar until that does or does not take place.
While the wise guys hope for a hook (half-point), I’m making my bed with the Cowboys ML at +260 and going for broke. The Saints are 13-0 and gel more efficiently than celebrity hairdressers. That’s why they play the game, folks.
The NFL is full of parity. Just when you’re ready to quit the day job, high off your parlay and teaser bet victories, a kick in the lower end-zone delivered by reality is administered.
by CrazyLou
There are one hundred reasons why the Saints should win this game Saturday versus the Dallas Cowboys. I don’t know all of them personally. I just know that they exist.
Guys with clipboards and suspenders, calculators, and seven Excel windows open would be able to formulate those better than I.
What I do know is that when the masses gather around and reach a consensus, trouble surely lurks in the corner. But this is not solely about what is referred to as “fading the public.”
For a Dallas Cowboys team that has made being clinically bad in December an art form, this is about redemption. This is about showing up big when the analysts, touts, average Joes, and even wise guys counted you out. The Dallas Cowboys have far too much talent on both sides of the ball to be the late night TV punchline that they are now.
Call me crazy. I call myself a gambler.
That’s what handicapping is about, though, isn’t it? Backing a team that once held such promise; entrusting a team with your hard earned or ill-gotten cash, to do something that the public expects not to happen.
The betting nation is locked in on the New Orleans Saints, so blinded by their pursuit of perfection that their unified opinion has compelled oddsmakers to set the Saints as seven-point home favorites Saturday night. Seven points to a team that can bury you before the second half whistle sounds. Amazing, isn’t it?
Much kudos to the Jim Rome’s of the world for their part in instilling this Saints love fest ad nauseam anytime a camera rolls.
The sports media is no different than the political media, able to distort and misrepresent the truth at will, preying on those too powerless or lazy to form their own opinion. It’s hard to blame the media for these practices. Where there’s supply there’s demand, and there’s certainly a demand being made by the armchair quarterbacks of the world that want to chow down on a three-thousand calorie meal while being fed a guilty sports pleasure.
There’s bait fed to the masses in all walks of life. Don’t be the fish that bites. Be the ultimate gambler like myself, able to see through the smoky gray distractions employed by those that just want to see you fail because it makes for a better story. Nobody in the media gave the New York Giants any chance against the New England Patriots in Super Bowl XLII. Nobody is giving the Cowboys a prayer against New Orleans.
Wade Phillips is scathed in the Dallas media like he were a villain, there are daily reports calling for his head on a stick, fans and writers penning Jerry Jones to take action. I can understand the ribbing of other Dallas Cowboys members, but not Wade.
Here’s a guy that is doing his absolute best to coach a collection of overpaid grown men. He’s not as fiery as a Tomlin or Holmgren. He’s a soft-spoken Tony Dungy with a whole lot more flab and a whole lot less experience winning big games.
If you want to feed Tony Romo to the wolves with his off-field flamboyance, knock yourselves out. Wade Phillips is a damned good football coach, and for any of us to throw stones and jump on the fire Wade bandwagon is premature. Wade has three games left with which to right the ship, at least curtail the flames and uproar until that does or does not take place.
While the wise guys hope for a hook (half-point), I’m making my bed with the Cowboys ML at +260 and going for broke. The Saints are 13-0 and gel more efficiently than celebrity hairdressers. That’s why they play the game, folks.
The NFL is full of parity. Just when you’re ready to quit the day job, high off your parlay and teaser bet victories, a kick in the lower end-zone delivered by reality is administered.
