The stage is set for brother to fight brother. No, this is not the Civil War. Well not yet.
This is Super Bowl XLVII at the Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana, not this Sunday but Feb. 3. The 49ers are a solid four point favorite against the Ravens with the total sitting at 49, but it will go higher.
This looks like a good number for the Nevada sports books and I really don’t see it moving much or at all in the upcoming weeks. If you like the OVER bet now. It will go higher.
I will have my selection next week.
When I was young, and I do remember my youth so really can’t throw any stones, there were some imaginary girlfriends. I did not meet them on the Internet, in a chat room or on dating site. There was no web and that was a good thing. No cell phones, and that was even better.
When my dear departed mom, “Broadway Mary,” wanted to get hold of me she would just call Jimmy Papas the owner of the Arcade Pool Room and ask to talk to me.
Now back to my imaginary girlfriends and where I met them. There were only two places – the movies and TV. I was, in my mind, dating Raquel Welch for a long time after seeing her on the big screen; and by the way she looks very good even now. If she would like to give me a call – just kidding, Susan.
I dated, in my mind, Farrah Faucett for a real long time and met her every week on “Charlie’s Angels.” When we broke up I wasn’t crushed until she passed away as I had already moved on to Cheryl Ladd who I actually met later on by accident here in Vegas. It was after we quit dating, but she really never knew we had been dating.
I met Cheryl at Paul Anka’s Jubilation and we had a dance, but I never did get up the nerve to tell her all about the good times we had together – in my mind, that is. My mind is a little more focused now that I am older. Just ask some of my friends. Ah, forget that. Don’t ask!
I really didn’t want to get into the Armstrong thing or the drug issue but the one thing I wonder about was if they took all his wins away who got them? Not the second place finisher. Was he also drugging up? How about the third through sixth?
When baseball was filled with the drugs and balls flying out of the park, attendance was at a peak. The league looked away as hitters like Sammy Sosa and others where pounding the ball over the fence. They became druggies in order to keep up with the others to avoid losing their jobs as 40-year-old pitchers were throwing faster than when they were at 30.
Just thinking about baseball, a game I loved as I grew up with the likes of Stan “The Man” Musial who passed away last week. He was aptly named and got the job done with hard work, natural ability plus being a patriot! Now there were some big time players who did a drug or two, but I doubt if it helped their game.
The great Babe Ruth would stay out all night, smoke four or five stogies, drink a case of beer and then show up at the old ball yard, miss batting practice only to hit three homers. Now that is my kind of drugs.
We live in a different culture now, full of cheaters. I couldn’t care less about Lance or cycling druggies. I never lost a bet on cycling, which I put right up there with curling and badminton.
Baskets are in full swing and St. Joe’s looks like a good play against St. Bonnie this Wednesday. It reminds me when I played at St. Peter’s and we played one of those other Saint teams in Steubenville back in the good old days at North End field.
I remember the big game, the Parochial League Championship when Danny Abramowicz, who later starred with the New Orleans Saints as a wide receiver, was on the team. We won the games against Saint Anthony’s (my brother Frank (Tom) played first base). It was a game to remember and became legendary later.
Have a good week as we will be ready to fire on the Super Bowl next issue.
Richard Saber, a former director of race and sports at the famed Stardust book, is GamingToday’s horse racing and sports handicapper. Contact Richard at [email protected].