Money where my heart is

Is it good to bet on your team? I suppose...but only if you're betting with the brain and not the heart. If you're making a casual bet with a friend, then I suppose that's alright too. But as a handicapper (emphasis on handicap), it's probably usually wise to not bet your team (for or against). Too many conflicts of interests.

On that note, I'm making my first public (i..e. blog) basketball bet today and hopefully catching the end of a rout of the Indiana Hoosiers by

I-L-L....

I-N-I

Getting ready to piss away $44 on Illinois -5 or so (gotta wait for The Book to message me to get the official line).

Let's do it.

Just Like My Dad

When someone compares me looks-wise to my dad, I'm never sure how to take that. I know I sound like him, especially on the phone. I especially know that I act exactly like him when I got my classmates in my group telling me to settle down as I appear anxious to get everything organized for our project- I can't help but be fidgety when I got nothing to do on the project until post-production.

We have similar love of fountain pops, humor and farting. When you can share the love of those three with anyone, I guess that's all you need really.

But seriously, when I'm told I look at him....really?

Dad at his cataract surgery. Do I really look like this dumbass?

C'MON MAN! If I look like this, then I might as well just Bobbitt myself now and accept the reality altogether.


(the below added 6-19-11)

In all honesty, I wouldn't be the man today if it wasn't for my dad. Every man would become a better one by learning something from him- especially how to treat and talk to people.

Thanks for everything, Pops. A fitting name for a man who can never stop getting the fountain soda from Jewel Express and 7-11.

Love you.

-Brian