John Murray - Friday, April 17

953 Marlins -125 (Nolasco/Lannan)
957 Padres +150 (C Young/Hamels)
960 Mets -123 (L Hernandez/Bush)
962 Astros -144 (Oswalt/Cueto)
971 Orioles +135 (Guthrie/Penny)
980 Mariners -121 (F Hernandez/Verlander)


thu: 1-1, +/-0 "U's"

ytd: 20-12, +7.53 "U's"


[sound of static]

[announcer]
Meet Bennett, twenty-seven years old.
Fed up with his bankroll and the way variances are going,
he decides to bet a correlated parlay at the Wynn
("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more Sherman")
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...
("Shit is mine, I gotta bet this.. gotta bet this")

[Minnesota CB]
Alright, stop! (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this incompetent sports book
and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin conscience

[Vegas CB]
That's nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to a stripper's crib
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Danielle's razor blade

[Minnesota CB]
Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
Johnny Avello knows you and he'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the sports teller, she's older than George Burns

[Vegas CB]
Fuck that! Do that shit! Bet that parlay!
Can you afford to pass on this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she gets fired? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you are running bad?

[Minnesota CB]
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the betting sheet (I will!)
Don't even listen to Vegas CB yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Minnesota CB? I don't like your attitude..)



Eminem feat. Dr Dre (1999)