Philly Loses Again

I must have the thickest skull of any person I know. The lessons I am supposed to learn over and over again just never go through my head. By any stretch of imagination it takes far too many repeated failures in a single area for my body and mind to reach an understanding of something so simple that even the most obviously imbecilic child on the planet could grasp in a New York minute.

Unfortunately for me I live in Philadelphia time, and apparently I trade Philadelphia money in an NFL market that is far wealthier than Eagles fans. I did okay last weekend (editor's note: since when did the correct grammatical way of writing the word "okay" switch to "OK"?) when Green Bay pulled an overtime win and I hit my underdog card for a decent payday.

Although this is only the third weekend I've been sports betting, I've won on the only weekend where I bet on my instincts. This weekend I put too much trust in numbers and hearsay to lose 2 seemingly "sure-win" cards, while having my one instinct card go to the wayside when I let my personal preferences get in the way.

My inexperienced eyes saw a lot of opportunity in Teaser games this weekend, so I decided to go bigger than usual. I ran a six team 6-point teaser across the morning and afternoon games, and for whatever reason I tacked on Philly +9.5 to finish off the card. The morning started off with Washington and San Francisco getting good overage lines thanks to the Teaser points. Into the afternoon I had Houston +9 and Buffalo +7.5 which both would've on the moneyline, as well as having New England bumped up to even money.

Because of all of these games, I had 10u going in based on my read on the league and my study of the numbers. At the last second I added on Philly for no other reason than my love for the team. The analysts said no, the numbers said no, my brain even said no, but on one partially inebriated noon my heart said yes and I pulled the trigger on tacking on Philly +9.5 at home against Romo-mania. 10u to win 70u.

Well, I was weary going into the Sunday night game, and when McNabb fumbled the first snap of the game I tore my card up and knew that I had no shot whatsoever to even come close to the inflated spread. My dreams of going big on this particular weekend were brutally shot down by my favorite team, and not for the first time.

While I admit that I was toxicated when I ran that specific card, overall I didn't listen to my gut and therefore lost on all counts. I ghost watched the picks that I would've made, and had I followed through with what I truly wanted instead of listening to words and numbers that came from outside sources, I would've won on the weekend and covered the 10u loss that I endured last night.

Although I have a very fresh and unexperienced sports betting mind, I think that if I stick to what I do know, I can come out ahead by a decent margin by the end of the season. For now, it's back to the drawing boards for next weekend, and maybe a little "get well soon" bet on the Monday night game tonight.

Until next time.