Obama Deli & Grocery
Around the corner from my apartment on Myrtle Avenue in Brooklyn.
Change only with purchase. Hope is free.
Yesterday, we bet the Giants and...won! Damn straight. The lively bat of 76-year-old third baseman Rich Aurilia helped to sink the St. Louis Cardinals 5 - 3. The win payed out 150 doubling our season total which now stands at +300 after 14 wagers.
Home teams should win games that go to extra innings. Home teams should win games they are leading 3 - 0 after 8 innings. Brain Fuentes, despite his league leading 13 saves, should not be a major league closer. I should be 120 fake dollars richer. These things did not happen last night and the Mariners won the game 4 - 3 in 10 innings. Fuentes's futility chipped 100 capps from our winnings, dropping us to +150 after 13 wagers.
Last night we went to a seafood restaurant with our wife, Jodi. We shared a dozen oysters, she got a lobster roll and glass of white wine, and we had the flounder fish tacos and two Victory Pilsners (not at once). The lobster roll was "Market Price" so we figured 25 - 35 dollars for the roll. However, this restaurant is known for their delicious lobster rolls and is parked right in the West Village so any price could have been expected.
When we got our bill it came to 133 dollars, $60 of which accounted for the lobster roll. We laughed in disbelief, shook our heads, talked about how this dinner was more expensive than our recent anniversary meal, paid the bill, and left. Shit we thought, New York Fucking City.
With topical nineties pop culture references as post headers the last two days it's a wonder more people don't read this blog. Before you know it we'll be writing "What Is The Deal With Danny Haren?" headlines and Hoop will come barreling through the door looking for his Cubans. But in the meantime, don't have a cow, and certainly don't steal my sunshine because we are on a three game winning streak.


Mechanically we're fine. Cranking the long ball in BP. Hitting the ball hard, but right at people. This slump is going to break we just know it. We knocked one dinger to make it respectable. We are the David Ortiz of fake baseball gambling. 


On Monday we placed two bets:

Two Frowny Faces
<---The Derek Lowe Face we're hoping to see tonight.
So that didn't work out well, the Nats lost (obviously) by giving up 4 runs in the 10th inning and dropping us into the red at -50 capps. After looking at today's pitching form, we're putting 100 capps on the Pirates at +120. I think we all know how that turned out. Fair and balanced my ass!



Because what the hell, we're not doing anything else. Kneecapped is back, probably not better than ever, but it's back. A few changes: