Pints and Picks Special Edition: It’s Tourneytime in Vegas

During college football season each week DPB’s Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen pour on the prose with Pints and Picks™. Who to wager and what to drink while doing it. Here, a very special PNP—Viva Las Tournament—starring Kyle Magin as “That Guy’ barely standing like a Clown Bop Bag next to the Wheel of Fortune at 4:14 a.m. with a fistfull of balled up ATM receipts/betting slips taking pulls off a guitar-shaped Piña Colada (gluten-free).

Ladies and Gentleman, the man who’s currently somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert where the drugs are beginning to take hold…Kyle Magin:

kyleIVAJ,

I’ve got the adult version of senioritis this week, and as I start this post Monday night I know the next two days before heading off to Vegas are going to be agonizing. I want nothing more than to not be at the old 9-5 and instead be poolside hoping like hell that the beer and brat crowd from the I-94 corridor will put their damn shirts on.

That said, we’ve got business to attend to with THE OPENING ROUND OF THE 2015 NCAA TOURNAMENT.

I want to first catch our readers up on five things that happened in college basketball this season in case they’re just tuning in after paying attention to their families, careers and waistlines following the end of football.

  1. Gonzaga looks great again. The Bulldogs (32-2) went 6-2 against tournament teams this year and freshman Domantas Sabonis (mini-Arvydas) hits 70 percent of the shots he takes and the team leads the nation in field goal percentage at 52 percent. It’s a typical, efficient Mark Few offense. They’re poised to be Few’s first team in six years to get to the second weekend.
  1. This year’s one-and-done crowd is special. Duke’s Jahlil Okafor is an absolute monster. The 6’11” freshman center hits 67 percent of his shots and scores nearly 18 points per game. He averages just shy of a double-double in one of the two best conferences in basketball and buys his guards all sorts of space by drawing double teams. Ohio State’s DeAngelo Russell had a special, special regular season. On top of being a standout scorer, he does all the right things on defense, throws 5.6 dimes per game and grabs more than 5 rebounds. Then he absolutely went off during the Buckeyes’ Big Ten tournament run, scoring 21 points per game.
  1. Chicago kids are playing great college basketball right now, just not in Illinois. Kentucky freshman guard Tyler Ulis and Okafor wrecked their respective leagues this season. A scan of the bracket will reveal there are no Illinois teams in the field. Land of Lincoln coaches like the Illini’s John Groce have watched a succession of Windy City recruits amble out of state for greener pastures elsewhere. Until those teams can break back into the city, you won’t see them in the Big Dance.
  1. The Wildcats might be a little bit overrated. Look, both Kentucky and Arizona played pretty impressive out-of-conference schedules. It’s their conferences that leave more than a bit to be desired. The SEC is total dogshit. Outside of Arkansas, Kentucky hasn’t played a quality game in 90 days. Arizona’s two games against Utah are analogous, the rest of the league produced some charity bids who won’t see weekend No. 2. Their two losses to UNLV and Oregon State are downright ugly. It’s going to be interesting to see how both respond when they see real quality competition again.
  1. Notre Dame’s Mike Brey hung a banner. The Irish won last weekend’s ACC tournament championship. It’s the first time in 15 years–Brey’s entire tenure–that ND hung anything in the Joyce Center rafters. It’s also stoked some hopes in South Bend that the Irish may reach the tournament’s second weekend for the first time in 12 years. Between Pat Connaughton and a raft of wings like Jerian Grant, ND has the horses to run to the Sweet 16.

Alright AJ, before we get to the picks, did you want to say anything else about your love of the NIT?

ajIVKM,

Greetings. It’s great to see you here between kick-offs. You know it’s good timing for you to check in when I start comparing college basketball’s postseason to STDs, so thank you, in advance, for saving me from myself.

In case you’ve haven’t been monitoring this site’s analytics, old PNPs usually get about 2-3 reads per day. One you can guarantee is me getting nostalgic for the not-too-distant past, and the other two are Patton Oswalt-in-real-life sympathetic creatures listening to Dan Patrick in afghan-and-moth-covered basements somewhere in in the Akron suburbs.

Thank goodness for the fringe.

On to basketball: I kind of feel like the Tournament how most feel about the Oscars. Everyone goes along waiting for the next Grown Ups sequel or wondering if JRR Tolkien has another book in him/would take a meeting with JJ Abrams, and all of a sudden—wham!—there’s like 10 movies nominated nobody has ever heard of/seen and all there is to know is that big old manatee Weinstein is behind it and that Cumberbatch guy looks pretty sly and has a fun last name that sounds like the fake belt sash thingy you got to match your date’s dress for prom.

Then all of a sudden, like three weeks later, everyone’s doing their best Ebert all over the face of Richard Linklater who “achingly tells American epics like a French auteur; hard to articulate and at once, nascent” and Birdman, “is a Jazz ensemble of a movie. It’s warm, prickly even to the touch. But beneath its shimmering veneer lies the depth of belonging, of humanity.”

We’re Americans in the early 21st Century, and that means we have the right to be overnight experts on pretty much everything. Some call it elitism, I just say it’s galvanizing.

Here you and I stand, at the precipice of zeros and ones, trying to divine something from the incalculable Plasticine of the NCAA regular season where it seems Kentucky, based on a flawless first act, should be the go to and at 2:1 have the heftiest pre-tourney odds expectations in a decade.

As you rightfully hinted, don’t take the bait.

I’m going with four picks based on one thing: Coaching. Spoiler alert: Should we do an Elite 8/Final Four follow-up, Izzo, Calipari and Coach K may not get the nod as legacy picks. For now, a little flavor from the suit on the bench and how it taints my opening round 5-12 upsets:

  • 12 Buffalo over 5 W VA: No brainer here as Bobby Hurley has had his Bulls overachieving in the stretch; he also has a surprising presence underneath that WVA won’t answer.
  • 12 Wyoming over 5 N. Iowa: Not the hottest pick at the book, but Larry Shyatt has quietly done some nice work in cowboy land. He directly descends from Billy Donovan’s mid-’00 glory days at Florida.

And my sexiest of all sexy first-round picks.

  • 12 Wofford over 5 Arkansas: First off, Arkansas is there by conference association/default only. Second, coach Mike Young has been skulking around the Southern Conference for more than a quarter century (head coach for 13) manning, get ready for it…the terrible Terriers. That takes cojones. He schedules up and he beats down (toughest non-conference schedule in the nation). Look for those terriers to nip their way into the Sweet 16.

OK KM, did I mention I’m insanely jealous of your upcoming 48 hours and in my next installment below will lead off with why it’s a good idea for you to spend at least a morning at the Caesar’s sports book–and not feel emasculated by it.

kyleIVAJ,

Ahhh, the 5-12 upset. As much a staple of March Madness as ‘this thing makes what?’ takes and ‘there’s hungry nights‘ takes.

PNP feels good to get back to, like O’Shea’s on the strip: you know there’s a lot more to the world than this but it’s fun and comfortable.

I’ve been focusing like a laser on the Thursday’s matchups, so let me take you through the day in an attempt to keep your money at the book for 12 straight hours. (All times PST. Dad, add three.)

9:15 a.m.

Notre Dame -12.5 vs. Northeastern

These two teams are both just godawful rebounders. The saving grace for both the Irish (29-5, 14-4 ACC) and the Huskies (23-11, 12-6 CAA) is that they’re efficient in their shot selection, being second and 12th in field goal percentage nationally. Northeastern’s home league, the Colonial, was young and weak this year. The Irish just rolled up UNC and Duke in Carolina on consecutive nights with a 9 point average margin of victory. Throw in the fact that there are a ton of ND fans in a three-hour radius of Pittsburgh and this thing gets to barn-burner status early in the second half.

11:10 a.m.

Arizona vs. Texas Southern +23.5

Outside of my Michigan State Spartans, Mike Davis’s Texas Southern Tigers (22-12, 16-2 SWAC) lost to every single tournament team they played this year. But, when you figure the team started with 15 of their first 16 on the road, mostly against power conference teams, Davis beat the living hell of these guys and they’re the tougher for it. The Tigers can get out and run with a high-scoring offense like Arizona’s (31-3, 16-2 PAC 12), averaging close to 80 a game over their current 11 game win-streak. The Wildcats should definitely advance to Saturday, but I have a feeling Davis’s squad isn’t going to make it that comfortable.

1:40 p.m.

Ohio State vs. VCU +4

What to make of Shaka Smart’s Rams (26-9, 12-6 A10) and their matchup with the aforementioned Russell and the Buckeyes (23-10, 11-7)? VCU unleashed that trademarked havoc defensively in their league tournament, but outside of a 93-73 total pwning of Davidson in the semifinals, they didn’t look dominant on the other side of the rock. The trick with OSU is you really only need to make your deal with the devil and allow Russell to get his to shut out the rest of the off-brand clowns Columbus tried to pass off as a basketball team this season. I think VCU decides to get dirty with the Buckeyes and take this down to the wire.

4:20 p.m.

North Carolina -10.5 vs. Harvard

“Them apples” taste like having your ass handed to you because you scored 27 points the last time you played a tournament-bound team this season. The entire game. I’d take the Heels by anything south of 28 should this line fluctuate.

6:57 p.m.

Georgetown vs. Eastern Washington +7.5

Someone hate hates Georgetown (21-10 12-6 Big East). Portland probably has a Hoya alumni network consisting of three dudes and they’re going to need to all cancel on their beer and poutine pairing dinner to attend this abject disaster of a 4-13. “Hey Georgetown, great season, here’s your four seed, a trip across three time zones, an opponent in Eastern Washington (26-8, 14-4 Big Sky) that is the third-highest scoring team in the country and only lost once in the Pacific Northwest this season.” Seriously, I wonder if Hoya coach John Thompson II picked someone on the selection committee last in a shirt n’ skins game.

There you have it, AJ, sunup to sundown on day 1. You had something to say about the palace of the man who crossed the Rubicon?

ajIVYou know what KM, I thought football is where it all went down for you, but you got this basketball shit covered.

Like, I was gonna do some first-rounder picks but as you saw from my tap dance up top I look like Gregory Hines to your Baryshnikov, which isn’t bad, mind you, it’s just…a bit inferior.

Since this is a column (to me) as much about what you’re going to consume while you’re betting as the betting itself (sidenote: KM is currently boarding the Ryanair flight from RNO-LAS, flying in the vape section of course, to enjoy all that man’s wrath and greed and facility and frivolity has wrought.) Did I mention I was jealous? So so very jealous. Jealous to the point that I’m hoping the Virtual Reality world that was revealed to us in Disclosure will come to be before tomorrow afternoon.

Like how could I reenact my swim through the Treasure Island moat of ’98 or what was I doing waking up in a Circus Circus broom closet and why was there a tapped keg of Busch Light next to me?

If I could be anyone in the next day or two, I’d be my teen crush Maureen Flannigan (Evie from Out of this World) who could stop time by touching her index fingers together because she was sired by an alien and raised by Annette from Saturday Night Fever. (Side note: If you look at the screen credits here, she used her powers mostly to un-spill paint, but I would use it to pause time and visit the following locations on El Strip.)

In other words, here’s where I’d go:

  • You got it KM: Start at aforementioned Caesar’s sports book. The only place that pours Lagunitas (free!) and they keep it coming if you throw a fiver in the video poker. It’s adjacent to the Forum Food Court which is full of options: Tiger Noodle House has a great secret shitter (just tuck back behind the kitchen, follow the hot servers on their way outside for a e-cig break), DiFara Pizza always has chicks out front giving out free pizza samples—key—and Smashburger will actually give you that nice 10 a.m. primer you need for when you sidle up next to a bunch of JV coaches from Irvine who decide to start ordering up the Cazadores while one of the big screens is still showing Kathie and Hoda in the Fourth Hour (drink every time KL says ‘Hoda’). Great place to get a good jump start and, unlike the MGM, the line to lay 24 on Zona won’t stretch all the way out to the Rainforest Cafe.
  • Around noon when things start getting serious, head over to Mandalay Bay. Best book on the strip by far and a few good beer joints including Rí Rá Irish Pub which has more legit taps than the Dublin airport. When it’s time to jump to the light, head for (get ready for it—all caps) DAYLIGHT Beach Club where it’s absolutely going to be going off just like Spring Break 2002 when Nelly came from Nellyville and made everyone think about talking about taking their clothes off. 3 p.m. basecoat burger number two to keep it going should happen at Mandalay’s Burger Bar, which has 100 bottles of beer to choose from, none of them have a bike with big tires on it or a sun with a frilly mohawk on the label.
  • Evening games, it’s time to get serious: Westgate (née the Vegas Hilton) is a little off strip but that’s where the gamers game and the bros stay away. Sock tans, Dockers hemmed just above the knee, belt buckle brushing the navel and that kind of carpety smell that Vegas post-1995 had almost totally replaced with tough-to-smudge-and-cut surfaces. It’s like walking into a home with a kitchen that hasn’t yet been torn out and replaced with stainless and Ikea, sometimes the 30-year-old shit was just built to last. Westgate, indeed, is.

Also KM, and this is from experience, Vegas has become a victim of its own marketing. My last few trips I’ve felt more like my time is beyond controlled to the point where I’m just kind of given one of those Men-in-Black face shots at the end and told “Yeah, you had a pretty good time, nothing too crazy. Pretty good.” You have to go off piste to find something a little less savory than what most are searching for. (hint: it usually lives in broom closets.) I hope you and your Michigan crew do follow suit and get a little weird.

Speaking of, if I’m you KM, I throw the keys to the PTCRZR on the book’s cultured marble and ask for it all on UCLA+3 against SMU. I love Larry Brown’s ABA-inspired sartorial statements as much as the next guy, but the Bruins take by double digits…and now you’ve got some bankroll to play with so you can at least buy your way out of having to Fireball.

kyleIVAJ,

You know how to do Vegas. The Burger Bar at Mandalay Bay is a don’t miss for yours truly every time I’m in Sin City. The meat is phenomenal, the beer selection is on par with any hipster-run gastropub…but the booze milkshakes are where it’s at. Every time I end up there, it’s at dusk after a long day of drinking, so I necessarily need to continue that behavior while also imbibing something to re-coat my throat and stomach. Enter the bazillion dollar booze milkshake. Nothing simultaneously tells your body to shut down while activating every mischievous corner of your brain like the booze shake.

Vodka/Red Bull guy is missing out on the soothing part of sending your body into the booze/sugar spin cycle.

ANYWAY…Here’s what I’m looking at for Friday:

St. John’s vs. San Diego St. -3

The Red Storm (21-11, 10-8 Big East) have struggled all year against tournament teams and come into the Big Dance on a two-game slide with losses to Providence and Villanova. Steve Fisher’s Aztecs (26-8, 14-4 MW) aren’t as strong as usual, but they had enough in the tank to bounce a very good Colorado State team in the Mountain West tournament (and, ultimately, into the NIT). Fisher’s teams play slow, methodical offensive and lock-you-up defense.

Indiana +5.5 vs Wichita State

Um, Tom Crean and his Hoosiers (20-13, 9-9 Big Ten) need this game, desperately. Crean is almost guaranteed to be on the hot seat next season because he’s lousy at x’s and o’s, suffered mass defections to the NBA and his kids have disciplinary problems. The Shockers (28-4, 17-1 MVC) get boned by the Missouri Valley Conference–to secure primetime TV rights, the league wraps up its conference tournament a week before everyone else. 13 days off isn’t what you want going into a tournament that demands rhythm and cohesion. Look for the Hoosiers to keep it close or win.

Gonzaga -18 vs. North Dakota State

The Bulldogs get to play in front of a home crowd at Seattle’s Key Arena. I understand the Fargo Knights of Columbus chapter will be hosting a combination fish fry/watch party down at the hall.

AJ, that’s all I got man. See you on the other side.

ajIVKM,

You got your boarding pass and your big dreams and I got my spot on the couch…and I’m already spent.

Almost.

Speaking of Friday, the eighth-seeded Oregon Ducks take on the ninth-seeded Oklahoma State Cowboys in what’s going to amount to the highest-scoring West Region matchup of the weekend (take the over).

The spread opened with Ducks -1 and I say Phil Knight takes T. Boone by nine. The Cowboys went upside down in the Big 12 (8-10) and while the Pac-12 is only sending four teams dancing at least a pair (UCLA and Arizona) will be there in the round of 16.

The Ducks’ only late-season stumble was a hangover Pac 12 championship game in, you guessed it, Vegas, where they decided to hit the Sex and the City slots in the second half and let Arizona mop it up 80-52.

Before that, they’d gone 7-7 against the spread to end the season. The Boys, meantime went one for six against the spread to limp into the postseason and doesn’t have an answer for the mighty guard Joseph Young.

The PNP Recap—NCAA Tournament first-round action:

ajIVThursday:

UCLA+3 vs. SMU

Wofford over Arkansas – moneyline

Friday:

Oregon -1 vs. Oklahoma State

Buffalo over W VA – moneyline

Wyoming over N. Iowa – moneyline

kyleIVThursday:

Notre Dame -12.5 vs. Northeastern

Arizona vs. Texas Southern +23.5

Ohio State vs. VCU +4

North Carolina -10.5 vs. Harvard

Georgetown vs. Eastern Washington +7.5

Friday:

St. John’s vs. San Diego St. -3

Indiana +5.5 vs Wichita State

Gonzaga -18 vs. North Dakota State

Pints and Picks Week 4: No bye week for bad bets

Each week DPB’s Kyle Magin and Andrew J. Pridgen will pour on the prose with Pints and Picks™. Who to wager and what to drink while doing it. Here then, is their point-counterpoint for Sept 27, 2014. Or, if you’re in the car, simply scroll down for the recap (they may be verbose, but it’s better than clicking through a slideshow).

AJ: Kyle, why are there bye weeks in college football? I mean, I get why they’re there in the NFL—basically an opportunity to get arrested in the club and for the league to fuck with fantasy owners who deserve to be fucked with. But there’s no reason for this in college other than maybe to see what FCS campus gets the biggest spike in date rape and frat house electronics raids over the idle weekend.

I only ask this because bye weeks in college used to not exist and now that they do, it brings an even bigger air of “professionalism” (air quotes) and indentured servitude to the amateur gridiron ranks. If the NCAA said, “We schedule bye weeks around midterms because academics” I’d be good with that. Happy even. But the real reason is to stretch out the post-season and turn college football into a 20-week endeavor (i.e. almost two-thirds the academic year) for the almighty bottom line—of which the athletes themselves see not a penny (and that’s where the lap top thefts come in).

Since you’re pretty good about finding out the why of things the way I’m good at identifying the season of Magnum PI (and episodes) where he tries to track down the ghost of his allegedly deceased wife, let me know if you know.

Otherwise, I take it now that you’re off the schneid you’re not taking a bye this week.

Me, I’m still trying to feel this week out like a Junior High dance. There’s no match up that stands out as a stone cold lock; and it has to be watchable to be (not a word: betable). <-One of my cardinal rules—the other is to never trust a Yelp reviewer whose mouth is wide open on their profile photo.

For now, a couple quick comments:

• Why is Wyoming traipsing around the country in pursuit of getting bitch-slapped? Is it like an anything-is-better-than-staying-home-and-risk-getting-shot-in-the-face-by-Dick-Cheney thing? First Oregon and now Michigan State? It kind of reminds me of those Pat Hill-era Fresno State teams which burned through their Southwest miles to go get rolled up by the SEC and ACC and Big-10 before limping back to the parched Valley and dominating, um, Wyoming …and most of the rest of the Mountain West. To be fair, Wyoming does have a slightly guttier squad than they originally got credit for (think corn snow-fed defense) and should give Sparty fits for at least a quarter or two. If you can get a first-half prop bet for the Cowboys at +10 or above, that’s better odds than your drunk-as-fuck out-of-town guest trying to pull a credit card advance on the gaming floor.

• Missouri on the road at South Carolina getting only 6.5. The Gamecocks are hotter than a rescue pit mix locked in a ’93 Aerostar in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly since forgetting Manziel was in the NFL and dropping their opener against Texas A&M. The Cocks have won three straight and Missouri is reeling from what should’ve amounted to a midweek January stumble on the hardcourt to the Hoosiers at home last week. Can Mizzou regroup or will South Carolina’s Mike Davis and Brandon Wilds harass QB Maty Mauk who already has four ints to go with 14 teeders …and, you know what, this spread sucks. Fuck this game.

…I’m going to pause right there and say I was running some errands with a buddy during the lunch hour today (he’s planning a birthday party for a one-year-old which basically means crappy burgers, a weird sheet cake that is actually just flypaper with white frosting and a couple of fifths because apparently one is too young to remember seeing your folks and their friends black out) and we ended up at Costco. Still $1.50 for a polish and a soda.

The thing is, we were the only sub-octagenarains dining there. All these Burns-postured McMurphys who’d escaped from “Serene Gardens” next door were gumming on these intestines and entrails pressed into a tube while gangsta leaning off their Rascals made me wonder: Do the old folks know something I don’t? Like, If I have one meal left, it’s gotta be Costco (because it is glorious, especially when you remember to ask for the slaw) or does it just kill a lot of time to try to gum down a dog the size of your shriveled and veiny neck midday on a weekday when you’re at the station of life when time, quite literally, can’t go any slower—and yet, you don’t have much of it left.

I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I just have a lot more questions than answers this week.

Kyle? You there? You still reading?

Kyle: AJ, the middle school dance analogy couldn’t be more apt. I have an overwhelming urge to skip this week completely and tell all of our readers I was off doing some really cool stuff. In reality, I’ll probably be reading Madeleine L’Engle and trying to stay up for MadTV and hope my father (who, coincidentally, is visiting this weekend) doesn’t come out and turn it off when they swear for like the only time in the whole show.

MadTV featured the stylings of Michael McDonald (not this one, not that one, this one), a USC alum, and that’s my segue into talking about one of the only games that probably matter this weekend. With no ranked matchups, it’s going to be interesting to watch Oregon State-SC (-9) in the sense that it’ll be interesting to see your neighbor walk out the door with his 14-year-old dog tomorrow. Hey, still on the right side of the dirt, eh Fido?

The 2-1 Trojans are a technically, I suppose, still in the playoff race. Stanford exposed SC’s inability to get anything done in the red zone with a run game that’s hampered when it doesn’t have room to breath in a game the Trojans won 13-10. Boston College pantsed SC’s run defense in a 37-31 victory on Chestnut Hill. Both of these tell me the men of Troy aren’t yet sound in their line play. Mike Riley’s Beavers aren’t very good at running the ball on aggregate—they’re 91st in rushing in the nation—but in the first quarter, few offenses are as effective at running and passing the ball as 3-0 Oregon State, who put up more points early (10.5) than every other team in the Pac 12 North. If they can kick the Trojans’ line in the teeth early, I think OSU Quarterback Sean Mannion can play keep-up with a very potent SC passing attack.

Surveying the rest of the college football landscape leaves that bye week to be desired.

American Conference favorite Cincinnati visits Ohio State as a 15.5-point dog, and that’s halfway intriguing. Looking at the rest of this schedule is sort of like looking at the area surrounding Charleton Heston after that ship crashed in the first Planet of the Apes. Guess we’ll have to get walking.

AJ: Kyle, nice call on bringing the pops to town during the week of bettors doldrums. Now, instead of sitting indoors and inhaling the second-hand smoke of the sports book, the two of you can ramble around the Sierras inhaling the first-hand smoke of arsonists.

I think we agree this is a trap week as far as NCAA wagering goes. None of the spreads seem at all enticing and, as you pointed out, the dearth of compelling matchups (besides conference-centric spoiler games like Stanford at U-Dub) make this the week to take a BCS breather—and set the crosshairs on October baseball.

Namely Mr. Magin, the prospect of four very disparate and very under-(over?)achieving-for-different-reasons West Coast franchises making it to the playoffs.

It’s a Freaky Friday moment for baseball West of Lovelock. You’ve got the perennial lovable A’s who went out and made a splash at the trade deadline, only to wallow in the second half like so much locker room sludge through the AL West with dead arms and a listless clubhouse en route to a wildcard berth.

You have the predictably unpredictable Giants across the bridge who had a fiery start and a nine-game lead in May only to lose two-time world champion aces Matt Cain from the starting five (still unknown injury) and Tim Lincecum (still undiagnosed velocity problems) but somehow picked up where Oakland left off and went not with the big trades but with the white-flag youth movement: Hunter Strickland, Chris Hesten, Erik Cordier and even skipper’s son Brett Bochy have all contributed on the mound. Back-up backstop Andrew Susac has been clutch off the bench and in spelling Buster Posey and infielders Joe Panik and Matt Duffy have been key contributors plugging the middle whilst performing at the plate. The suddenly youth-infused G-men didn’t have enough in the tank to catch the boys in blue with the quarter-billion-dollar payroll and the world’s greatest stadium, but they do have a good chance of beating the Pirates in the wildcard sudden-death scenario and finding themselves the object of Joe Buck’s scorn again.

In Southern California, it’s a battle of swollen payrolls and depleting expectations. The Halos, who had all but given up on The Last Investment Albert Pujols till he decided to come out of the orange groves and hit a respectable .273 with 28 bombs and 104 RBIS (and he’s not done yet). Mike Trout is baseball’s lone superstar right now and the singing cowboy’s starting rotation featuring innings eaters Jared Weaver (18-8, 3.52 ERA), CJ Wilson (13-10, 4.61 ERA) and Matt Shoemaker (16/4, 3.04 ERA) suddenly looks like baseball’s best even without the services of Garrett Richards (13-4, 2.61 ERA). The hedge fund-backed Dodgers’ have the best pitcher in baseball in Clayton Kershaw. The once-in-a-generation starter-next-door has mastery of three pitches usually thrown in a way three different pitchers might; fastball, 90-plus, a makes-you-swing-from-the-heels slider in the high-80s and an elevator curve in the mid-70s. It’s like facing vintage Barry Zito, Pedro Martinez and Greg Maddox—in one at-bat. Kershaw recently notched his 20th win, has an ERA under 1.80 and tosses 100-pitch complete game shutouts like Drysdale the get away afternoon after a Saturday night bender. Kershaw alone almost makes one forget that any player who came up under Castro thinks hitting the cut-off man is a Fredo Corleone reference.

You got your Tigs Kyle, but the prospect of not only an all West Coast World series, but LCSs makes me giggle. I know Fox shares Erin Andrews’ resting bitchface scowl when it comes to the knowledge that KC, not NY will be in the playoffs and Mr. Jeter’s farewell bonanza is but a week away from coming to a cleaned-out-locker and teary press conference halt. All that historic footage from the pre-device ’90s shelved for roll out at Cooperstown in 2020. And what the fuck will Ken “He shoulda been-a dentist” Rosenthal talk about as Buck cuts Harold Reynolds off on the cutaways with no DJ?

With that, I’d like to be a sort of World Series wager Sommelier. First off, like a fine wine, many teams age into BETTER odds of winning Bud Selig’s final Commissioner’s Trophy as the season matures. But like your great aunt’s Bradford Exchange plate collection, not all teams go up in value. At the start of the season the last-place Red Sox were 12/1 (ditto Rays). The aforementioned Yankees, who are now 300/1 to take a Champagne bath, started out at 14/1. The Orioles who started the season at 35/1 are now 13/2—not bad for a runaway division champ. And your Motor City hardballers are a solid 6/1. For my money though, I’m liking either the A’s or the Giants at 12/1 to bring the hardware back to the Biggedy. After all, Giants fans, it is an even-numbered year.

Kyle, I know you’re headed out the door to see nature’s splendor with the man who pulled you out of oblivion and plopped you on this big blue-infused chunk of spinning granite, but I KNOW you’re laying down your World Series picks this week… so, (Pacino voice) what’dya got?!

Kyle: AJ, I’ve never been more happy to talk baseball during betting season, a sport I usually avoid at the book like the plague. It will also grease the wheels of conversation with the old man while we’re waiting for his knees to stabilize after I drag him up a few thousand feet above his normal playing altitude.

I, too, think the road to the World Series is definitely coming through California. Too many hardball-related planets are aligning with the Golden State. Dave Stewart is LaRussa’s new lapdog in Arizona. Scully is back again next year! I found out, just this week, that they still have an MLB team in San Diego.

As a Tigers fan, I hate to say it, but the Los Angeles Angels of Disneyland at 9/2 to win the series is the best bet at the book. Jeff Weaver is a horse, Matt Shoemaker has walked one guy for every 9 he’s struck out since the break and Wade Leblanc hasn’t given up a run in his last two starts headed into the postseason. Everybody has been getting on in front of Albert Pujols and he’s been driving all of them in—he’s got roughly an RBI per game over the last month, while Mike Trout continues to ape Barry Bonds with his slugging prowess. Gordon Beckham and Howie Kendrick have gotten on-base as often as anyone in the league over the last month. There’s just no way I see someone getting around this time save some massive power outage from Pujols and Trout.

In the NL—and I know this won’t be popular with much of our readership—I like the Dodgers. I don’t love them at 9/5, but in the “who’s going to win this thing” sense, I think we’re geared up for a freeway series. Which, wow, Randy Newman is going to RAKE royalties from FOX. It’ll make Erin’s Dancing with the Stars schedule manageable—I won’t have to put up with her whiny-ass Instagram posts from a private jet about #grinding from coast to coast.

We’ll get some hoity-toity reminders from the New Yorker about all the poor-ass people who got bulldozed out of Chavez Ravine 60-plus years ago to make way for one of the top-five stadiums in baseball. It’ll be gross and engrossing, all at once.

The Dodgers’ Matt Kemp, Justin Turner, Carl Crawford and Scott Van Slyke have been hitting the living shit out the ball over the last month—all four are in the top-15 of OPS over that stretch. Even with Puig’s second-half power outage, I don’t see how anyone else keeps up with the boys in blue. Selig passes out his last trophy south of the Grapevine.

AJ: Gotta agree it may be Los Doyers’ year and hey that Randy Newman song was supposed to be ironic; like how big a shithole-where-small-town-dreams-go-to-die-with-a-gooey-tarpit-center LA is. It makes me laugh every time the Dodgers notch a W and it bounces off the Hollywood sign and into the night. I love it! I love it! I love it!

Oh, yeah, the Huskies are better than David Shaw’s listless and unproven farm squad. Take the dawgs and the 6 points against the Cardinal (at home!) for a share of the Pac-12 North lead.

The PnP Recap:

Last week:
AJ: 3-3
Kyle: 1-2

Overall:
AJ: 8-12
Kyle: 1-7

This week:
AJ:

• Washington +6 vs. Stanford
• SF Giants (or Oakland A’s) at 12/1 to win the World Series

Kyle:
• Oregon State +12.5 @ USC
• LA Dodgers (9/5) or LA Angels (9/2) to win the World Series