A poem to the little rat Artie-
Twas the night before football
Twas the night before football, and through the casino
Not a ‘capper was stirring, not even Rob Veno
The numbers were hung in the sports book with care
For viewing by all, the sharp and the square
My buddy and I had just finished eating
And talking about all the books we’d been beating
We wandered on in, and looked at the spreads
While thoughts of the top ‘cappers danced in our heads
We spotted a game that we wanted to play
And both of us vowed to get down the next day
So up bright and early on Sunday to go
Out to the book to put down our dough
We got in the line as kickoff time neared
The line had not moved, as we both had feared
We got to the window, and each bet a dime
Our bets had been placed but just barely in time
With money on Denver we looked for a seat
Sure in our minds that we couldn’t be beat
When all of a sudden—a sight that did scare us
Jumping over the counter—was that Art Manteris?
It certainly was, and he headed our way
Could he have something important to say?
“I must void your tickets cause Elway’s not playing”
I could not believe what Manteris was saying
I said “Are you kidding?” “What do you mean?”
He said, “I just learned Elway’s not on the team.”
“We made our line based on Elway at QB
But we just found out he’s not playing, you see”
I could not believe it, and boy I got wired
“How could you not know that John Elway retired?”
He said “Doesn’t matter, your tickets are void”
And that’s when my buddy and I got annoyed
I threw him our tickets, and walked away slowly
And said “I’ll be talking to Kevin Iole!”
We left the casino, with much agitation
And vowed we would never more visit a Station
We’ll go to the Stardust, or other good books
Someplace where we are not treated like crooks
And thus ends this story, too bad it was gloomy
But hey it was fiction, so nobody sue me!---
No, I didn't write this.
Twas the night before football
Twas the night before football, and through the casino
Not a ‘capper was stirring, not even Rob Veno
The numbers were hung in the sports book with care
For viewing by all, the sharp and the square
My buddy and I had just finished eating
And talking about all the books we’d been beating
We wandered on in, and looked at the spreads
While thoughts of the top ‘cappers danced in our heads
We spotted a game that we wanted to play
And both of us vowed to get down the next day
So up bright and early on Sunday to go
Out to the book to put down our dough
We got in the line as kickoff time neared
The line had not moved, as we both had feared
We got to the window, and each bet a dime
Our bets had been placed but just barely in time
With money on Denver we looked for a seat
Sure in our minds that we couldn’t be beat
When all of a sudden—a sight that did scare us
Jumping over the counter—was that Art Manteris?
It certainly was, and he headed our way
Could he have something important to say?
“I must void your tickets cause Elway’s not playing”
I could not believe what Manteris was saying
I said “Are you kidding?” “What do you mean?”
He said, “I just learned Elway’s not on the team.”
“We made our line based on Elway at QB
But we just found out he’s not playing, you see”
I could not believe it, and boy I got wired
“How could you not know that John Elway retired?”
He said “Doesn’t matter, your tickets are void”
And that’s when my buddy and I got annoyed
I threw him our tickets, and walked away slowly
And said “I’ll be talking to Kevin Iole!”
We left the casino, with much agitation
And vowed we would never more visit a Station
We’ll go to the Stardust, or other good books
Someplace where we are not treated like crooks
And thus ends this story, too bad it was gloomy
But hey it was fiction, so nobody sue me!---
No, I didn't write this.
