Further confirmation, not that it’s needed, why my wife, landlord, and dog hate my gambling. Though, my loan shark is always very encouraging and extremely upbeat.
The Charge Of The Light Brigade. A poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. “Into the valley of Death… Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred”. Want to know what else is hell? Betting on the freaking Chicago Cubs. Friday night, Cubs/D-backs. Lester vs some guy with a long name that starts with a “C”. Cubs -140. Cubs -1 1/2 +135. Cubs under 8 +105. It’s the trifecta of the spinrg. It’s a three bet parlay. It’s a Hershey Bar. A sweet delecious bet.
After five innings it’s all knotted up at 2-2. The next four frames are scoreless. In the top of the tenth with one out, Dexter Fowler walks and then steals second. Kris Bryant then singles to center scoring Fowler and takes second on the throw home. 3-2 Cubs. Looking good laying the -140. Two batters later, Starlin Castro singles to left scoring Bryant. 4-2 Cubs. Looing good laying the -1 1/2 +135. With first and second and one out, Kris Bryant tries to help out everyone who bet the under by getting thrown out trying to steal third. My kind of player. The inning ends without any further scoring. Total runs, six. Under 8 +105 looking good. All I need is three outs and the trifecta is complete. Tres, trois, drei. Just three more outs.
FIrest two batters in the bottom of the tenth make out. One out to go. Uno, un, eins. One more out. A.J. Pollock doubles to left bringing up one of the best players in the game, Paul Goldschmidt. The Cubs then come up with a fantastic idea. With the count 2-2, lets throw him a fastball, or as Bruce Springsteen would call it, a speedball, right down the middle and see how far can he hit the sucker. Hit it he did, some +400 feet. Tie game.
In the bottom of the 13th, ARizona scores and winds 5-4/ “They that had fought so well, Came thro’ the jaws of Death”. He was referring to those brave enough to be on the Cubs.