<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/foreman-769907.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/foreman-768374.jpg" border="0" /></a>Google turned 7 years old this week. It seems like it should be a lot older than that. I can’t remember an internet without Google. How did people find stuff?
Fehr promised to clean up baseball and set a date for the implementation of a stricter anti-steroid policy all to please the American people and its representatives in government.
Me: So those guys were really getting mad about their women kissing each other? Why? Chess Piece and Ian: They were douchebags.
<img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/tillman-793696.jpg" border="0" /><em>Nate’s note: this was originally written in May of 2004, a few days after the death of Pat Tillman.</em><br /><br />When I first heard of Pat Tillman, it was 2001 and he had just turned down an opportunity to play for the Super Bowl Champion Rams despite the fact that the Rams were offering him more than twice the amount he was making with his current team. Keep in mind, his current team was the Arizona Cardinals, a team that never wins, never spends money to win and does just about everything within (owner) Bill Bidwell’s power to remain the worst team in football history. And Tillman took less money to stay with this team.<br /><br />What an idiot, I thought, when I heard him say something to the effect of: loyalty is much more important than money.<br /><br />“Loyalty to what? Bill freaking Bidwell?” I yelled at the television in The Local Pub. “You’re an idiot, Tillman.”<br /><br />A few months later, some rather large buildings fell. You may have heard about it. A nation lost a few thousand citizens. A president declared war.<br /><br />And Tillman, the Arizona Cardinals linebacker, gave up his already bargain-priced career and quietly joined the military. Tillman never let anyone interview him about his decision. Nevertheless, it was front page news and the lead story on Sports Center just a few days after September 11th.<br /><br />What an idiot, I thought, when I heard all the compliments thrown in Tillman’s direction by the newly patriotic news media. One of his teammates, in an interview, said of Tillman, something to the effect of: he’s one of the greatest guys in the world. No ego. No need for wealth. Just a great all around guy. We should all be like that.<br /><br />Yeah, we should all be total morons and give up multimillion dollar careers to bust our humps and risk our lives for minimum wage, I thought.<br /><br />About two beers and one heartfelt national anthem later, I realized something: we all should be like that. We’re not. At least, I’m not. I wouldn’t have even given up my old $11 an hour writing job to join the military and fight in a directionless war. But I’m not Pat Tillman.<br /><br />And it bothers me.<br /><br />I mean think about it. The guy died fighting for my freedom and he could have been playing a kid’s game on my TV. All the soldiers are worth honoring, it’s true. But Tillman was the only professional athlete of his generation who gave up his multimillion dollar career to fight and consequently die in the US Military. It doesn’t mean that he was a better person than me; it just makes him unselfish, strong, admirable and… oh hell, it makes him a better person than me.<br /><br />And it should make me take stock in what it means to love one’s country, and what it means to be a man, and what it means to have a sense of loyalty and duty.<br /><br />Instead though, when I opened the paper and discovered he was dead, the first thing I thought was, “friggin moron.”<br /><br />And it bothers me.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/gobulls-755698.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/gobulls-754227.jpg" border="0" /></a>In my opinion, the only way to really gauge how much a moment means to you is to accurately define the moment, assess your feelings regarding said moment and then consider what, if anything, you would trade that moment for. In case you missed it, South Florida beat Louisville. No, that’s not right. Let me try again. South Florida pounded the ever loving shit out of Louisville and made them look like a crap ass junior varsity football team. Louisville was favored by 20.5 points. We beat them by 31 points. Louisville was ranked ninth. They are soon to be an afterthought in the college football rankings, and they owe it all to USF. Damn, that felt good to type.<br /><br />Anyway, that moment meant a lot to me. Now let’s figure out how much.<br /><br /><u>Defining the Moment<br /></u>The exact second when my brain jumped out of my head and splattered in the USF end zone occurred when Chad Simpson ran a kickoff return 94 yards for a touch down.<br /><br />The exact second when my face turned into a permanent smile occurred when Amarri Jackson (a wide receiver) threw a touchdown pass.<br /><br />I high fived Ian, Clay, Chess Piece (this is UCF hater Mike’s new nickname for reasons I don’t want to get into now) and total random strangers roughly two thousand times. I mean, as I’m typing this now, the day after the game, my hands hurt like hell.<br /><br />Chess Piece, Clay, Ian and I all rushed the field. None of us were cuffed and stuffed (unlike some unlucky idiots who tried to rush the field near the goal posts, which were being protected by roughly twenty cops as if it were a drunken George W. Bush on holiday in Iran). We shook hands with players and ran around like idiots.<br /><br />In other words, we were in college football heaven.<br /><br /><u>My Feelings Regarding this Moment<br /></u>That was the best USF game I’ve ever been to (and I’ve been to an easy thirty games in my lifetime). I woke up the following day with no voice, grass stains on my feet, mustard and beer stains on my University of Arizona shirt my brother gave me (by the way, since he doesn’t read this at all on the grounds that he could care less, I am using this space to call him a bitter prick. So there you go, tanning salon boy) and the aforementioned busted fingers. So yeah, I feel really damn good.<br /><br /><u>What Would I Trade that Moment For?</u><br />No less than $3.5 million dollars, my own harem of upper class strippers and a marriage proposal from Jessica Alba.<br /><br />In other words, not a damn thing.<br /><br />And yes, I know I promised not to post on weekends anymore, but this was just too damn good.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/aints-778779.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/aints-777207.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alright, so I won my last bet (even though I was one Arizona Cardinal penalty from being out another $50. Whatever. I won. That’s all that counts). And I am optimistic about this week for a few reasons: 1) As late as last Thursday, three games still didn’t have a line. Vegas doesn’t have a shit clue what’s going on here. I cannot remember ever looking in the Thursday paper and seeing three NLs (and I have been gambling for almost nine years). This season is unprecedented. 2) When Tony and I were discussing the spreads, he acted like a kid on a free shopping spree in a toy store. He was jumping around, hooting and hollering, and generally getting into it. By the time we finished talking, I was giving some serious thought to calling Gambler’s Anonymous to get us some help (bet me I won’t. Go on. I dare you). Anyway, six games piqued his interest. Four games piqued mine. Three of these were the same. I just can’t help but be optimistic (which means I’m doomed to failure this week, but who cares? I’m smiling right now and that’s all that matters). 3) I just called my bookie, and he tried to sucker me into three bets by mentioning what action he’s laying off to other bookies (this is how a bookie will try to lure you into what he thinks is a sure thing for him) and he has never done this before. Why would he pull this crap-ass stunt and risk losing me as a client if he wasn’t dead sure about those bets going the other way? Answer: he would not. Coincidentally, those three games were the exact three that Tony and I agreed on. The stars are aligned here, people.<br /><br />In the interest of keeping this under a thousand words, I’m skipping my review of the Bucs game and my experiences at The Local Pub last Sunday. I will, however, give you the Late Great Chris Farley SNL version: that was awesome.<br /><br />Onto this week’s wager:<br /><br />This week’s wager is what we call a Cracker, which is a combination of a Teaser and a Parlay. It combines the increased payout of the parlay, (though it does not pay quite as much as a parlay), and does not offer any extra points like a teaser does. An example is forthcoming. First, onto the picks.<br /><br />Pick 1: The Giants over the Chargers. The Giants are pretty damn good this year. The Chargers aren’t relying on Tomlinson that much, and even if they did, the Giants defense can handle him. For whatever reason, the Giants are getting six points.<br /><br />Pick 2: The Steelers over the Patriots. Don’t you just smell a Brady injury? Can’t you just feel the whoosh of air as Willie Parker flings past the revamped Patriots secondary? I think I detect the scent of… no, it couldn’t be… but I swear I smell four touchdown tosses by Big Ben. Wow, what an aroma. Mmm, I love the smell of wagers in the morning. The Steelers are giving 3, and I’m sure pompous New Englanders are playing the “we get no respect” card. Right now, PIC legend Justin Rebello is openly hoping that I fall on something sharp. (Side note on New England fans: Does happiness exist in Boston? Are blowjobs illegal there? Are they all like a bunch of menstrual women whose only bit of happiness can be derived from constantly bitching about stuff? Do they even have hippies in Boston? Seriously guys: two Super Bowl Championships and a World Series Title in three years and you can still bitch every week, win or lose, rain or shine? Man, it must suck up there).<br /><br />Pick 3: The Saints over the Vikings. The Vikings can’t be as bad as they look. The Saints can’t be as bad as the Vikings, and yet the Vikings are favored. The Saints are getting 4? Am I reading this right?<br /><br />Example of how a Cracker works: one of my bets is giving 3 points (the Steelers). The other two are getting a combined 10 points. So all three of my bets are getting a combined seven points. So, to use an example here: If the Steelers win by one point, then I have used two of my tease points. So then, if the Saints lose by seven, then I have used an additional three tease points, which leaves me with only two points for the Giants game. So if the giants lose by four, I push. If they lose by three, I win. And if they lose by five, I lose.<br /><br />So there you go. Tony and I look forward to seeing you at the meeting.<br /><br />I wagered $50. I could win $150. (If this were a straight parlay I could win $230. If it were a straight teaser I would most likely get about seven additional points, just so you know.) My juice is $2.<br /><br />Total yearly earnings: $44<br />Total record: 2-1<br /><br />College Football Note:<br /><br />UCF got routed by USF. I feel horrible for questioning the strength of my alma mater (I wrote that they would win, but not cover. They covered like a big top. I mean, that was some covering). And to all the UCF fans reading this, I’m so sorry about the rivalry thing, but unless you do something against us in Orlando next year, you ain’t playing us again. Also, I want to toss a shout out to Mike, former UCF student, current USF student, and general hater of all things UCF. He hated the school, the students and the athletic departments when he attended the home of the Golden Knights so Saturday was like revenge for him. We killed them. Most of the fans were gone before the third quarter ended. But not Mike. He savored that game like a puppy with his first steak bone. Mike, no one will ever take that away from you.<br /><br />However, we’re about to get our asses kicked by Louisville tomorrow night. See you at the game.<br /><br />Nevertheless, USF is 3-0 against the spread this year. They are getting 20.5 points for this game. I’d be happy if we lost by 14, but I’d be really happy if we lost by less than a touchdown. And if we win, I promise to dance the jig like a drunken Irishman for fifteen whole minutes. My cashless, riskless prediction: USF wins in overtime (why the hell not, right? What’s wrong with a lil’ school spirit?). Get ready to see me jig sports fans.<br /><br /><em>Nate’s note: I am finally figuring out how to structure this blog, and for those of you who read it daily, I would like to keep you abreast. Here’s what I’m going for: once a week I will do observations, snippets and football picks. Football picks will always be on Friday, the snippets and observations will be on whatever day they fit and I reserve the right to use the other two days for anything else, really. I am also not writing on weekends any more lest my columns suffer from focusing on the blog too much. So there you go: a lil’ inside info.</em>
<a href="http://www.dynamo-durst.at/images/swe_girls_kissing_0622.jpg"></a><img src="/files/u2/girls-kissing.jpg" alt="Girls Kissing" title="Two Girls Kissing" width="250" height="218" align="right" />Last hurricane season, America was hit by Charlie, Frances, Jeanne and Ivan. This year, we have been hit (thus far) by Arlene, Katrina, Ophelia and Rita.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/manson-728930.jpg"><img style="float:left;cursor:hand;margin:0 10px 10px 0;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/manson-725476.jpg" border="0" /></a>Me: Who’s your favorite serial killer?<br />Luke: I don’t know. I guess I’m kind of partial to Manson. You?<br />Me: The Green River Killer.<br />Luke: Well, in terms of numbers, I guess he was the best. But Manson had way more style.<br />Me: Okay, I’ll give you that.<br /><br />Tony: How can you not give it up to Jack the Ripper? He started that shit. He was the Cy Young of serial killers.<br />Me: Bullshit. Cy Young won more than 500 games. Jack only killed like seven people.<br />Tony: You got to have respect for the people who started it all.<br />Luke: No, man. Jack was ripping during the dead ball era. Manson, he started the new wave: cults, craziness, drugs and brain washing. He was the shit.<br />Me: I’m telling you, you have to look at the sheer number of dead. Look how many people the Green River Killer murdered.<br />Six: If you gonna look at numbers, why not Hitler? He killed millions.<br />Me: Yeah, but that was en masse. He didn’t do it himself.<br />Luke: I still say no one made killing popular like ole’ Chuck. Take him away, and what is a serial killer, really? Nothing but a guy who kills people. You got the steak, but no sizzle without Manson.<br />Dave: Could you guys take this conversation outside? You’re scaring the normal people.<br /><br />Tony: I mean think about it. Didn’t nobody even know what a serial killer was until Jack the Ripper showed up.<br />Six: True.<br />Me: Just because he was the first doesn’t mean he was the best.<br />Tony: No, Mr. Nate, but it does make him the most important. I’m sure Thomas Edison’s light bulb wasn’t the best one ever made, but no one says his contribution was less important than General Electric’s.<br /><br />Luke: You know how they can make a light bulb that will last for like hundred of years without going out?<br />Me: Yeah.<br />Luke: Why don’t they sell us those?<br />Me: Planned obsolescence.<br />Luke: What?<br />Tony: They gotta make more so they can sell more.<br />Luke: That sucks.<br />Tony: We’re getting off topic.<br /><br />Me: In terms of numbers, we’re giving it up to the Green River Killer. In terms of style, it’s Chuck Manson. In terms of historical importance, it’s Jack the Ripper.<br />Six: So how do we rank Ted Bundy?<br />Me: Fuck.<br /><br />Me: I don’t think Ted Bundy was all that memorable. He was just a sociopath who killed girls.<br />Six: The Green River Killer only killed female prostitutes.<br />Me: Yeah, but he set the record.<br />Tony: You’re putting too much stock in numbers. I mean, everyone knows who Ted Bundy is, but what was the Green River Killer’s name?<br />Me: I don’t know, but that’s only because he was so successful. He went years before he turned himself in. By the time he confessed, people had already forgotten about him.<br />Tony: Because he was not noteworthy, like Jack the Ripper was.<br />Luke: Or Manson.<br />Tony: Will you get the fuck out of here with your Manson? The guy never even killed anyone with his own hands. He was just a murder organizer.<br />Luke: I’ll bet that’s how he put it on his resume, too.<br /><br />Meg: Why are you guys all standing outside?<br />Me: Dave didn’t think our conversation was appropriate for the bar.<br />Meg: For that bar?<br />Me: Yup.<br />Meg: What are you guys talking about?<br />Me: Murderers.<br />Meg: Why?<br />Luke: Because it’s fun.<br />Meg: What?<br />Tony: Shut up, Luke. You’re scaring the poor girl. Nate, tell her why we’re talking about serial killers.<br />Me: We’re exploring the phenomenon whereby popular culture exalts the mass murderer to celebrity level.<br />Meg: Have you like, concluded anything?<br />Six: Manson had style, Jack the Ripper started it all, and Nate wishes he could meet the Green River Killer and lick his balls.<br />Luke: Yeah, that’s pretty much it.<br />Meg: Weirdos.<br /><br />Luke: You ever notice how serial killers never use guns? It seems guns would be easier.<br />Me: Yeah, but it takes the sheer enjoyment out of murder. It’s not fun unless you can feel the actual animal sensation of taking life.<br />Tony: Okay, um, I think I’m gonna go back in the bar now.<br />Six: That was fucked up right there, Nate.<br />Me: Well that’s what I heard.<br /><br />Me: Dave, do you have a favorite serial killer?<br />Dave: Get out of my bar.
<img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/dice-793232.jpg" border="0" />All men, I believe, are inherent gamblers. I am no different. I like thinking about stuff in terms of odds.<br /><br />Court recently added newcomers <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/stacie/blog.htm">Stacie Hays</a>, <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/emike/blog.htm">E. Mike Tuckerson</a> and <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/chad/blog.htm">Chad Chamley</a> to our blog community. Hell, even PIC legend <a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/justin/blog.htm">Justin Rebello</a> is in the mix now.<br /><br />So I’ve been thinking long and hard for the last several minutes about what kind of odds that Vegas would put on the future of this blog community. Here they are.<br /><br />Odds of Stacie Hays giving a blow job to at least one PIC writer: 1/7. Court has the best odds due to proximity and the fact that he’s the boss: 1/1. I’m probably around 1/4. Mikey’s last at 1/12. And everyone else is 1/10.<br /><br />E. Mike Tuckerson is from the South and is a minority. Days until Tuckerson and Rebello (whose column constantly makes light of minorities and southerners) form some kind of Tupac/Biggie feud: 47<br /><br />Odds of Beech posting ten times in a month: 1/23.<br /><br />Odds of Mikey going three blog entries without getting all introspective: 1/47.<br /><br />Odds of me going one week without mentioning sex or sports: 1/147.<br /><br />Days until Chad Chamley writes an entry that mentions using alcohol to stay warm: 90.<br /><br />Days until Stacie finally has sex and writes about it: 11.<br /><br />Number of times Rebello will piss off minorities, gays and southerners over the course of the next twelve months: 1,124.<br /><br />Odds of me posting a digital picture of a girl giving me head: 1/11 (I’m still mulling this one over, guys).<br /><br />Odds of Court ordering me to remove said picture after posting: 11/1.<br /><br />So there you go blog fans. Place your bets.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/peterson-700531.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/peterson-798884.jpg" border="0" /></a>All right, way too many of you people have been arrested for murder lately and I’m starting to get a little pissed off. If this generation is gonna have a chance in hell of surviving in today’s brutal DNA-evidence-laden world, we’re gonna need to learn from the mistakes of Generation Manson and actually pull off a murder or three without leaving an evidence trail so obvious that Chief Wiggum could find us in the dark with an uncomfortable chunk of a frozen Mickey Mouse figurine wedged in his largest orifice and a pastrami sandwich in his pig-hoof-like hand. I’m sick of all this idiocy. People have been murdering people for tens of thousands of years and we don’t know how to do it by now? There’s no reason to get caught here, people. If you want to get away with murder, just follow these four rules.<br /><br /><strong>Rule 1: Choose your victims wisely.</strong> The Green River Killer managed to kill, like, eighty people without getting caught (until he turned himself in) simply because he followed this rule to a tee. His victims were all prostitutes and prostitutes all fall into the Preferred Victim category for the following reasons: they are easy to abduct and lure into poorly lit areas, they can be gone for more than a few days before anyone bothers to report them missing and they are typically light and easy to carry. The Green River Killer also followed Rule 2 as well.<br /><br /><strong>Rule 2: Choose your burial sites wisely.</strong> I live in Florida, and there is no end of quality places to dump bodies around here. There are oceans, estuaries, rivers and even the freaking Everglades, where a plane once crashed carrying seventy three people and not even one tooth was found after the search. And yet still, week after week, I read about bodies turning up in parks, trunks of cars and even beneath houses. For crying out loud people, use the land that god gave you. Make that body disappear. No body, no murder. Really, how hard is this?<br /><br /><strong>Rule 3: After using the weapon, destroy it.</strong> This is the rule that the dumbass crackheads always ignore. They think that they shouldn’t destroy the gun with which they killed their brother (so they could rob him and buy crack) because they can pawn it or sell it on the streets (so they can buy crack). After the murder is committed, the weapon is a major liability. Anyone who hangs on to a five hundred dollar gun rather than risk the beauties of freedom is an idiot. Please, don’t be that idiot. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.<br /><br /><strong>Rule 4: Don’t have a typical motive.</strong> Only murder people you barely know for reasons no one can understand. Is there absolutely no reason for you to murder the check out clerk at the grocery mart? If yes, then she’s your gal. Don’t murder people who make you mad or inflict pain upon you. Let them live long lives—believe me, it’s the best form of revenge.<br /><br />And that about wraps it up there people. Remember, murder is like anything else in life. It’s not very difficult, but it has to be done just right or you’ll end up in jail.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/rams-795245.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/rams-792884.jpg" border="0" /></a>I lost money on the Chargers. I made a mistake. And, I’m not too optimistic about this week (especially because my betting partner, Tony, took a look at the spreads on Thursday and said to me, “Screw this week. The NFL is loopy right now.” He’s right, but I must trudge on).<br /><br />Anyway, some highlights from last week at the local pub:<br /><br />The Buccaneers defense looks like it's back to its Super Bowl season caliber form. They won that game for us, despite the fact that Brian Griese was trying to lose it. I would call another NFC championship for the Bucs, if it wasn’t for the fact that our starting quarterback is Brian Griese and our backups are Chris Simms and Luke McNown. Someone pointed out to me, while I was openly begging Brian Griese to figure out what the hell he was doing, that Griese is no worse than Brad Johnson, with whom we won a Super Bowl. That may be true, but Griese is also very inconsistent. You just never know with him. One play, he’s John Elway, the next play he’s the second string QB from “Any Given Sunday.” Coach Gruden could work with Johnson because he was consistent and didn’t fluster, which is to say that it was easy to build a system around Johnson. It’s difficult to get a QB into your system when you can’t figure out what your QB is capable of. Long story short, I’m not ready to put money on the Bucs yet.<br /><br />At the Local Pub, during the game, I high fived a teacher named Mike and some guy named Almondo. I didn’t know either of them. But for about .7 seconds, we were family. I even hugged Almondo at the end of the game (after he called the interception that clinched the game). Almondo and I will probably never see each other again, we had never seen each other before, and we hugged. How beautiful is that? Football: bringing people together for no fathomable reason.<br /><br />The Local Pub was definitely Good Busy. I yelled, “Hey” to Frank, Happy and Ingrid (who I hadn’t seen in six months). And yes, I know a football starved, stat machine of a female named Ingrid. Life: kicking my imagination’s ass on a daily basis.<br /><br />Onto my pick:<br /><br />For whatever reason, the football hype artists are putting faith in the Arizona Cardinals this year. I saw a little of their game against the Giants and they did not look good. Furthermore, Kurt Warner’s career ended three years ago and he’s the only one who doesn’t know because his wife keeps telling him he’s great (I assume because she loves riding the NFL paycheck gravy train). The St. Louis Rams, though obviously hindered by a coach who (putting this mildly) overcomplicates things, and a special teams unit that looks like it really is special (in the short bus way) is very pissed. They just lost badly to their division rivals and they are ready to get violent. The Cardinals are giving 1, and I’m taking the Rams and placing another $50. My juice is $2.<br /><br />Total Yearly Earnings: <span style="color:#cc0000;">-$4</span><br />Total Record: 1 - 1<br /><br />College Football Note: Ian H, who reads this blog when he should be working, has pointed out to me that I have neglected college football. I feel bad about this, so I’m gonna do a USF Football update at the end of every NFL entry. You see, Ian? You’re making a difference.<br /><br />For those of you who may not know, The University of South Florida has a football team. They started in 1997 as a Division 1-AA school. Since then, they have been a non conference Division 1-A school, a Conference USA school and are now in the Big East. Now you’re up to speed.<br /><br />USF lost its first game against Paterno’s Nittany Lions and then routed Division 1-AA Florida A & M. In a few hours, I will be at Raymond James Stadium watching South Florida take on Central Florida. They’re calling this the I-4 Corridor Game (the schools are 94 miles apart and most of those miles are on Interstate 4). I don’t know if I’m reading these spreads right, but it looks like USF is favored by 7.5. I’m not actually betting money (the payers don’t get paid, so why should I?) but I’m pretty sure USF will not cover this spread. I still think the South Florida Bulls will win because the UCF Golden Knights are on a 17 game losing streak. When a team is on a streak like that, well, they find ways to lose. So, against the spread I’m taking UCF; to win the game I’m taking USF.<br /><br />And for the record guys, I will not be writing about high school football.
<a href="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/handcuffs-775658.jpg"><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" alt="" src="https://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/uploaded_images/handcuffs-767316.jpg" border="0" /></a>I wish I was making this up. In Central Florida today, a group of sexual offenders are rallying together to demand more rights.