Punched in the South

Sacramento 111 Orlando 105

Oh, come on—it’s funny.

I’m fine with yesterday’s wager. I’m also down to $225 after debuting with a loss.

My second choice for a bet (Chicago over Toronto) didn’t pan out either (though my third, Philly over Washington, did), and now I’m two small wagers from oblivion. Of course I need a winner; I just bet heavily against Jermaine Taylor on the greatest day in the history of Jermaine Taylor.

But I also put as much money down as I dared yesterday—55% of my stake. I imagined a victory column today, but I also considered what The Morning After would look like on the off chance that for one star-crossed night, Jermaine Taylor wasn’t Jermaine Taylor.

No one you’d like to know actually embraces duality, but it’s possible to price bets so you don’t lose sleep either way. It stinks to lose right off the bat, and it will force me to be more conservative on my next few wagers, but I’m glad I was aggressive, glad enough to cope with the mysteries of Jermaine Taylor.

Besides, with only $500 and the vig to consider, I started this blog only four small bets from oblivion.

So onward and sideways, for a while.

There are only two NBA games tonight—Miami at Chicago and Boston at Denver. Neither is tempting; the first is unpredictable (two very good, healthy, motivated teams) and the second is a Celtics squad with a key injury (Kendrick Perkins, again) facing a reconfigured franchise that’s suddenly a cypher. It might have a deep bench. It might have a chip on its shoulder. It might be a harmonic convergence of mismatched players. Pass.

In meantime, I’ll be waiting for Friday’s lines.