Totals rise with summer temps

May 29, 2007 5:48 AM

Now that the weather in most cities has warmed up, it’s time we all started betting totals instead of just laying prices on teams that look like a lock for a particular game.

The main problem with sides is that you can’t get very many good starting pitchers that complete games. Consequently, you may only get your man for 5-6 or so innings before a contest is turned over to the bullpens.

We all strive for consistency and betting totals exclusively usually makes for a more level playing field. The odds makers allow for the starters, but nobody can project who or when the bullpens go to work, with the exception of one inning closers.

In this week’s match-up between the Tigers and Indians, both bullpens are in disarray, so I’ll bet each of their games over regardless of which pitchers start.

In the case of the Orioles versus the Angels I’ll take each game under, and will do the same with the Twins and Oakland. That’s nine bets that should show a profitable entry into the month of June. If this projection fails I’ll give all of you the entire month of June free!

The right prescription

It’s hard to believe, but my family doctor of over 30 years had to retire before he went broke. I kid you not, as astonishing as it may seem one Dr. Albert Noorda told me "Sid, it cost me $5,000 out of my own pocket last month to operate this office."

He went on to explain the jump in malpractice insurance was primarily responsible for making him throw in the towel. Dr. Al had an office for 40 years on Maryland Parkway just down the street from Gorman High School. Among other things he was the doctor for most of Las Vegas High School’s athletics, which at the time was located at Bridger and Seventh Street downtown. Like everybody does he and his beautiful wife Joyce suffered personal adversity; perhaps his being more heart wrenching and more severe than most. But you would never know it by the way he carried himself at his profession. Among the many interesting visits we had through the years I’d like to relate two occasions that stand out in my memory.

One day while playing softball at Lorenzi Park I tried to fake a guy out at third base and tagged him out with a successful duke. The runner was so surprised that he ran right over me and broke my wrist with the tag. I was at Dr. Al’s within the hour and he confirmed the break. He said he’d have to put a small cast on the injured arm so it would heal properly.

Well, the small cast he applied went from my elbow to my fingers. That night the arm started to itch so bad I was going nuts. I went into my garage and decided to cut some plaster off of the fingers, as I desperately needed to relieve all of the built up pressure. The hedge clippers seemed to work well and as I cut the cast slowly great pleasure came to me with each small snip. This is great, I thought, and decided maybe I’ll cut a little more off, and as I kept snipping more and more pleasure befell me. It was indeed one of the most pleasurable days of my life.

I was enjoying it so much that I kept going past the wrist and half way to the elbow. Well, the cast wasn’t doing me any good by now so I cut off the whole thing. Well, it took two weeks for me to summon enough courage to show it to Dr. Al. He was so furious with me, and justifiably so, that he almost said "damn" as he ordered me to leave his office. Fortunately the wrist healed with the help of an ace bandage and neither he nor I ever mentioned it again.

Dr. Al wasn’t on my Circus Circus insurance but we always went to him because he was without a doubt the best doctor our family ever had, and we respected his judgment totally. I used to write a check for his services for our family on the way out of the office after the receptionist told me how much I owed for that particular visit.

One day after a visit I asked the girl how much I should make the check out for and she said "It doesn’t really matter — he rips up your checks anyway" (which I would have never known, since I never checked my balance). I was stunned and reached into my pocket and took out a couple hundred dollar bills and said "see if he rips up these," and I never paid by check again.

What a great loss for Las Vegas that Dr. Al isn’t practicing any more, but I hope he’ll utilize his extra time for his two passions in life: his fabulous family and skiing on all the snow he can find. Good luck, Doc, and may you continue to ski into your nineties. We indeed miss you greatly.