With yet another beating in the books, it's time to assess the situation that has become completely out of control. Clearly, I have no idea what I'm doing, and more so than usual.
I have no plan to fix the tattered remains of a once moderately successful ability to pick against spread. I have no ability to even develop a plan that would surely fail.
If only I were Lane Kiffin, I'd turn this 18-30-1 wreck into my own gambling site in which people paid $29.99 a month for my advice on picking games across all sports. Football, baseball, basketball, hockey, cricket, curling, OH HOW I WOULD DOMINATE CURLING.
All those picks would be in the weekly newsletter email with horribly fantastic clip art and a picture of me that is 15 years out of date. In other words, I'd be stealing the outline from Dennis Franchione's newsletter to Texas A&M boosters, who paid $1200 A YEAR FOR THAT. Seriously, $1200 A YEAR.
And that should be a reminder that just because someone ha...