A bettor's guide to Week 10
Tennessee will not go unbeaten this year. The Titans just don't have that look. For one thing, their games are too close. Their luck has to run out sometime. But when? How about this Sunday against the Bears? OK, I know ... screams in the night ... you mean you want
No. I want you to think about it. I want you to consider the unbelievable generosity the price-setters have shown in making the Titans a tiny 3-point favorite. They're begging you to bet them. If my formula weren't getting whipped so badly, I'd say this game is a classic, but I'm running scared, so I lean away from the bold pick.
What are the Bears going to beat them with?
I'm trying to talk myself into picking the Titans minus three. Granted, the game is in Chicago, always a nasty place in which to play. Granted, the Titans/slash/Oilers haven't won there since 1989. That's a lot for granted. I know my single, lonely little selection in
"Why are you sighing about an Obama victory?" someone asks. I'm not. I'm overjoyed. I'm just sighing about my wimpy pick.
But here's one that's not wimpy.
"Whose mythology?" the Redhead wants to know.
Here's some more mythology. Buffalo couldn't stand up to the Jets' onslaught. New England gave Indy a good run for it Sunday night, in Indy yet. The only thing favoring Buffalo is the home court, and I say that's enough because I'm trying one more time with the odd pick, and that means Buffalo plus the 4. (P.S., of course I know it's in New England. I was just testing you. And if you believe that, I'll tell you the one about the mermaid and the fisherman.) Here's another very weird pick.
Carolina minus 9 over the Raiders. The sound of doom ... Raiders are cutting high-priced player. It's now every man for himself.
How many of these previous selections am I really happy about? Very few. Philly maybe. I smell disaster coming, and maybe it's a good thing, after all the reckless confidence I've shown this season.
Last week: 5-6