Ok, fall is here. There is a certain chill in the air that is unmistakable. I love it. I think I have posted many times about how Fall is my favorite season. Summer was a blast, and for the first time in several years, I am sad to see it go.

Of course, with Fall comes football. I had a good time in Vegas betting on the games. I lost on college football, but I hate college football anyway, so fuck it. The only reason I bet on it is because I got all caught up in vibe of sportsbetting and wanting to get some action as soon as I got there. I figured USC -7 was a good bet, turns out USC couldn't football their way out of a fucking sack. Fucking fuck college football.

Anyway, I started thinking the other day about sportsbetting, and what it takes to truly be good at it. You could spend 40 hours a week busting your ass handicapping the games and still suck balls. On the flip side, you could spend 30 seconds and be amazing. All you need is a good record. What is a good record? That is the interesting part. You are considered a REALLY fucking good capper, if you can hit 60% consistently. WHA? What's that? What the shit did you just say? Yes, 60% accuracy is all it takes to be considered an amazing capper. What other job or hobby or anything allows for such a low accuracy to be good? If your doctor told you he had a 60% success rate, you would run. If you get 60% accuracy in school, you are a fucking pathetic failure.

I have put this to the test many times over multiple football seasons, and it is very hard to achieve a 60% success rate with any consistency. I have spent countless hours capping games each week over the coarse of an entire season only to land in the 50% accuracy range. I have just shot from the hip and guessed at each game and landed in that same general vicinity. Additionally, I have also picked every game using a coin toss, and once I even tried using pieces of paper with all the teams names on them, and laying two teams in the matchups out on the floor and having my cat pick each game, and guess what... that's right, I landed right around 50%. I have tried only picking a few games each week, and I have tried picking every game, and it just does not seem to matter, it always comes out around 50% over the season. From all this experimentation, I completely understand why hitting 60% or more would be the mark of a special handicapper.

In the NFL this season, going into week 3, My record is 6-4, which is exactly 60%. How long can I keep it at 60%, only time will tell.

Yeah, so I have not posted in a while. So what. I been busy. The summer is winding down. So, did I have the best summer ever? Did my summer kick ass? Depends on how you look at it.

When I was younger, like a small child, summer meant staying outside "playing" until 9 or 10 o'clock. Why wouldn't I? No repercussions, no consequence. So what if you don't wake up until 11:30 the next day. So I would stay outside and do whatever, and then go inside after dark and play games, and do stuff kids do, sometimes until the wee hours. It was magical and fantastic.

Then when I was a little older in my teenage years, alcohol and poon became top priority. So summers then consisted of those priorities, and not much else. Fortunately for the teenage American male, there are plenty of opportunities for both, so I spent the summer doing that kinda stuff. It was magical and fantastic.

So that brings me to adulthood. Adulthood is much different. If you stay out till the wee hours playing or having alcohol and poon, you get fired from your job eventually, and then not only can you not afford a nice house or fun toys and shit, but you also no longer have money for alcohol or poon! So you have to achieve some sort of balance. What is the cure? WEEKENDS!

So I made a strong effort to do something every weekend this entire summer, short of a couple that I needed for R&R, especially during the Great Cilantro Salmonella Adventure of 2009. I don't recall if I posted about that or not, but it was pretty good times. I particularly enjoyed the sonogram. Anyway, I went to see live music, and comedians, I drank a fuck ton of liquor, I spent shitloads of time with my friends, and of course, it was magical and fantastic.

So now its almost fall. I am not sure when fall officially starts, but who fucking cares, I think I have posted before how fall is my favorite season as an adult. So why not just transition right on into that bad boy by keeping up the tradition of striving to have fun on the weekends. So, what better way to make that transition then a trip to Las Vegas!!! NFL starts this weekend, and I plan to make a fortune betting on the games, and experiencing general drunken chaos. I cannot say for sure, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it will be.... magical and fantastic!!

Back on Tuesday, later bitches!!!!