… but there is apparently one close match, according to Hertz. This is the choice of locations I got today when I asked for a car rental quotation.
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This text from Sporting Index came alongside yet another promo that I must be able to find a way to exploit this weekend. Register for their mobile betting service, and they’ll cover net losses on sports up to £50, it says. Getting set up turned out not to be as easy as texting some word to some shortcode number, as part one of the text suggested. I’ve still had no response, so I’m not yet convinced this isn’t part of some kind of scam. I know it’s the law 2 make sum abbrvs 4 txt, but would you really expect the compulsory high risk warning that is required by FSA-regulated spread betting firms to look like this?
Video poker legend Bob Dancer has a brain meltdown on the American Casino Guide podcast. Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. (It’s only a 30 second clip, I promise!) 60 hours a week, 50 weeks a year … three million hours in one year. Does this mean that in his book Million Dollar Video Poker, he actually just won a grand one time? I’ve added a music player feature to my blog, based on a similar plugin for WordPress by 1pixelout. If I hadn’t hacked it quite so horribly I might consider releasing the code for other Serendipity users, but it’s really that bad. It’s because of the need to give the players individual sequence numbers if there’s more than one on a page, if anybody cares in the least. It works, as you’ll see, but it’s not my finest work by a long way. Music is the one feature of MySpace I actually wanted, but I promise I won’t set it to start playing as soon as you load the page, then never change the song for months on end. I was thinking I’d use this to add the odd musical accompaniment to my posts. Not so, it seems, because the first audio I’ve come to post is actually a clip from a podcast. Five Hundy By Midnight is one of the few podcasts I actually manage to keep up to date with, from the gazillions I’m subscribed to. iTunes is telling me I have over 400 shows to listen to right now – maybe I should be a little more disciplined. This clip might not be the very best advert for FHBM in the world ever; it’s pretty much random even for a ten second teaser (I’ve not asked permission to post this, and keeping it short obviously makes it much less an infringement of copyright) but it does feature my new favourite phrase and a laugh at Celine Dion’s expense. Sweet. Go ahead and hit the play button. Twice if you have Internet Explorer. Then you can make an informed decision to subscribe to their show. Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. They’re talking about the cock up and subsequent pass-the-bucket-i’m-gonna-hurl statement by Harrah’s exec Jan Jones about the alleged high rolling antics of Celine Dion’s husband, Rene Angelil in an interview with the Observer. In fact, now that Harrah’s have put the record straight, we know that Rene is not millions in the hole, but he is in fact about even. Google doesn’t really find much for "Celine shit fit meltdown". I’m hoping I’ll be the first to bag that juicy traffic now… Hey Tim, Michele – if you actually get any hits from this (which is unlikely, let’s be honest) give me a shout OK? Or sue me, your call. 🙂 In a few hours time, hundreds of millions of people around the world will be starting to watch the Super Bowl. Or, like me, they’ll be setting Sky+ and bunking off work in the morning to watch it.
You won’t see it called the Super Bowl in any of those despicable houses of sin in Las Vegas. It’ll be the Big Game, Super Sunday or the Pro Football Championship. Despite being arguably the most well known sporting event in the world, it’s still a trademark after all, and the NFL says no. You can bet $110 to win $100 on who will win the coin toss, in what is one of the few genuine even-money shots in sports betting, but it is also one of the worst bets in the casino. Obviously it’s a sports bet because you’re backing the team and not heads or tails. Be sure to shop around if you cant wait for the first snap to get into the action. Paddy Power are offering these at a dreadful -120 (win $100 or lose $120 – any bet on double zero roulette is nearly five times better!) whereas Bodog has it for a (relatively) healthy -105. Among the exotic (or, if you prefer, sucker) bets, you might fancy overtime to be decided by a safety. A whopping 80-1 for that. Has it ever happened? Actually yes, but only twice ever. If it even happened once a season, 80-1 would be way short. Pinnacle offers odds on "Will there be a score in first 6:27 of game?". How very precise. Sporting Index is, as usual, leading candidate for best-named market. It’s a close one, between "Interceptasaurus Rex" and "All You Need Is Lovie". They’re also taking action on how long the sixty-minute game actually lasts. The spread is 225-230 minutes. With an 11.25pm kickoff, that makes your ETA to bed about 3.10am for anyone in the UK that’s thinking of staying up to watch it all. Although Jerry’s Nugget wouldn’t be anywhere on my list of places to watch a football game in Vegas, they do have one of the best Big Game ads ever.
Thanks to the miracle of Sky+ I’m about to start watching New York Giants @ Philadelphia even though it started an hour and a half ago. But by way of an update – woohoo, I’m five for five so far! One more to go. I need NYG to win or lose by less than seven, and it’s a hundred and fifty quid in the bank baby! High roller or what? — EXCITING (for me) UPDATE: NYG 20 – 23 PHI! "See those blue and silver guys, Maggie? They’re the Dallas Cowboys. They’re Daddy’s favorite team, and he wants them to lose by at least three points." — Homer Simpson I’m 3 for 3 on my NFL bets this weekend so far 🙂 I’d hurried a couple of paylays on just before everything kicked off last night, leaving it all to the last minute as usual. No time to shop around, the price was Dallas+2 against Seattle. A two point spread is probably the least useful of all football bets when you’re backing the underdog, and I’d usualy try to take the team as a straight win to get better than even money when they win. I mean, really, how often does a 2 point dog cover the spread without winning? But once there was a possibility that it could happen, in between skipping the commercials in the second wildcard game this morning, the crazy gambler inside me took over, and that was the score I wanted. It took one of the most bizarre plays I’ve ever seen – a Dallas fumble on their own goal line that everybody and their dog had a piece of, ruled first as a touchdown and after review as a safety – followed by a quick Seattle score and failed 2-point conversion. But then, with four and a half minutes to play, we were staring a one point ball game in the face and the clock couldn’t run down fast enough! Probably the most exciting game I’ve watched all season, and there’s me willing the score to stay the same. It really didn’t matter. As long as Seattle didn’t score again, I was winning, and that looked unlikely with the time remaining. So I was just holding out for the "glamour" win. And then, as it was probably my fault that Dallas fumbled a 19 yard field goal attempt with just over a minute to go, I couldn’t help feeling just a little bit disappointed for them when it actualy did end 20-21. Perhaps they don’t know how powerful I am.. 😉 There is formula to certain stories on Radio 1 news that runs something like this. (someone) In the story they just read, the blanks were filled as follows. person = "a doctor" bad thing = "texted a patient asking for a date" offense = "acting unprofessionally" punishment = "the sack" Really struggling to fill the 40 second bulletin today… Because for once we arrive in Vegas on a Saturday (T minus 5, by the way) we’ll be able to spend Sunday camped out in a sportsbook watching ten NFL games simultaneously. I’ve also somehow managed to convince Claire that this is a great way to spend Christmas Eve. The obvious choice of venue is the Las Vegas Hilton Superbook. It’s huge, self-proclaimed World’s Largest, of course, and more impressively boasts the "largest sports ticker in Nevada". I’m quite fond of scrolling LED signs. It’s also enclosed by several banks of video poker machines that have pretty good paytables (or at least did the last time we were there) in case having multiple giant screens just isn’t enough to make up for not being able to spin through the commercials on Sky+. It’s several years since we sat in a Vegas sportsbook to watch anything of note. In 2002, we were on a two week romp along the West Coast. Las Vegas was the last stop and, in retrospect, it would have made a better place to start. Two jetlagged English folk didn’t find a whole lot to do, waknig up at 4am in San Francisco. The venue we’d chosen for Game 7 of the NBA Western Conference Playoffs between the LA Lakers and Sacramento Kings was Monte Carlo. We’d arrived early enough to grab a good seat and brought a huge pizza for sustinence, which impressed those sitting next to us, although you could tell they wish they’d thought of it too. The atmosphere was amazing and the game was pretty damn good too. 19 changes of lead, 16 ties (obviously I had to look this up, nobody’s going to believe I remembered it) and an eventual overtime win for the Lakers. My memories of exactly where we went on that holiday are sketchy, I think there were 8 hotels in 15 nights. However, in a "do you remember where you were when Kennedy was shot" kind of way, I do remember quite clearly a dingy motel room in Torrence, California which we’d chosen because of it’s proximity to the Del Amo Fashion Center – the mall where the money swap goes down from several different points of view in Jackie Brown. That Days Inn was, oddly, also home to the first Indian restaurant we’d seen in the USA. I’d turned on the TV to catch the last quarter of a previous Lakers/Kings game in that series, which featured possibly the single coolest moment in sports I ever saw. OK, I know you didn’t click the link, so here goes. The Lakers are down 2-1 in the best-of-seven series and by two points in the game. Seconds to go. Superstar Kobe drives in to try to take the game to overtime… no good. Superstar Shaq has a crack… denied. The ball falls into the hands of Robert Horry standing behind the 3-point arc who apparently doesn’t know the meaning of the word pressure. He launches and nails it as the buzzer sounds, and the Lakers win 100-99. Since then, we’ve always seemed to be in Vegas at the wrong time to catch any sport worth watching on TV (yeah, it’s usually baseball season) or flown on two Sundays when there’s football to be missed. Now we’re going to be in town for Week 16, when almost all the games are going to matter. I’m ready for some parlay card action, and probably another large pizza. An announcement I heard on the Tube yesterday: "There are currently severe delays on the Central line, due to a man under a train at Bethnall Green." They wisely changed the description of the problem to a "severe customer incident" later on, which answered the question of whether or not the man was actually meant to be there (hey, he could have been fixing the brakes or something…) but I still need more information. I just can’t find any though! |
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