Few people know, or will remember, the Dallas Cowboys Headquarters and ticket office used to be located in the very same building as the famed Playboy Club. A United Artists movie theater was also adjacent to the main building. I was lucky enough to visit them all. In 1976, I remember my dad taking me to sneak preview at the UA Cine….a new movie directed and written and starring an unknown actor named Sylvester Stallone. The title was Rocky. Saw lots of other great movies there, too.
While driving yesterday, a familiar song played on my XM-Radio station.
I remember first hearing this recording way back in 1989, while living and working in Eastern Europe. It was a catchy instrumental, and its smooth jazz vibe always stuck with me. I even bought the CD when I came back to the states.
MY ANTI-VALENTINE’S DAY ANTI-FEAST RANT: FREE BAD FOOD…OH JOY!
Some time ago, I wrote and posted up a scathing restaurant review. The sad spot of my fury ended up being impossible for me to grade because, while the food was terrible, at least the portions were huge. I mean, ever had amazing service, but the food sucked? Or, vice versa? I feel kinda’ the same way anticipating today’s lunch destination for the partridge and matriarch of the Dalla family — Bucca di Peppo.
Give me my respect. I spent 25 minutes writing this.
Imagine burrowing into Trump’s anal cavity with such perverted affection that this mindless MAGA stooge wastes his time defacing United States currency with a rubber stamp.
This soiled $20 bill somehow landed in my pocket today. Later, I’ll take this hopelessly mutilated currency and exchange it for a fresh clean twenty-dollar bill.
Recently, Ken Kubey posted here on Facebook that he watches sporting events and occasionally yells at the television. I confessed that I also do this. I expect many of you sometimes yell at the TV, too.
Boring Commercials, Lame Announcing, a Horrid Halftime Show, and a Screeching Eagles’ Spike-the-Ball-in-Your-Face Ass-Kicking that Would Have Put Hunter S. Thompson to Sleep
We were way overdue for a dud with a thud. And what we got was a bomb.
After nearly a decade of thrilling Super Bowl finishes that usually went down to the closing minutes or even seconds, instead the world that was still awake witnessed an ass-kicking on Sunday in New Orleans. Unless you’re a Philadelphia fan or an Eagles’ bettor, or some kind of sick masochist grave dancing all things Chiefs and Mahomes, Super Bowl LIX was a miss and a splat that took 4 hours and 23 minutes to play to a merciless conclusion, but was effectively decided long before the halftime rapper. Kansas City-style barbecue may be popular, but the Chiefs ended up getting smoked in their own slow cooker. Their tender offensive line split apart like a rack of baby backs.
Lots to cover. Several thoughts:
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FINAL END-OF-SEASON BETTING RESULTS:
I’ll talk straight and simple here.
This was a tough season. Very tough.
I struggled along the way, hoovering around the break-even mark for several weeks during the midseason. Some things I uncovered worked. Others failed. Fortunately, I also closed the season strongly, ending up at +25 games above the .500 mark and a +7.93 percent profit margin.
Are those results great – no. But for free content (thanks to BetCoin.ag for providing a free public platform), I think it’s pretty good. I’ll also be glad to end another season on a winning note and plus-money record. For those keeping score, that’s 10 winning seasons and 3 losing seasons since 2012, and all those results are verifiable (see: nolandalla.com).
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2024-25 SEASON NFL BETTING RECORD:
WINS — 161
LOSSES — 136
PUSH — 4
NET WIN/LOSS — + $793
LAST WEEK’S RESULTS — 7-2-0 (+ $708)
STARTING BANKROLL: $10,000.
CURRENT BANKROLL; $10,793.
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ALL WAGERS ARE FOR $100 EACH AND ARE PRICED AT THE STANDARD 110/100 VIG, (UNLESS NOTED OTHERWISE)
