Ah, manny! I totally missed your reply. Like I said to everton, I’m fucking blind. Anyway, since it was my rant about you locking the GQ thread (which caused this whole fucking mess in the FIRST place), you are the one person I will respond to. Okay:
Dude, by the time I noticed you had locked the thread, Game 7 was just about to start, and yes I was looking to bet on the game, but it’s difficult if you don’t live in or near Las Vegas, and by the time I contacted someone who could help me, the odds were 3:1 (in Jersey’s favor) and that wasn’t enough potential gain to actually put my theory to financial risk. (Now, if I’d had this “vision” when the Ducks were 0-2…)
Oh, and I hope it’s clear to everyone that my instant leap of logic from “cinderella wins” to “Stanley Cup Victory” is the root of where I got mixed up. That and the fact that I genuinely believed that Game 7 was taking place in Anaheim, not N.J., and I had already “predicted” the Angels win last year (well, more like a “strong gut feeling”, which of course is an entirely different think from prognostication – not enough to bet on, but strong enough that when they were down 0-5 in Game 6 with two innings left, I wasn’t worried, nor was I terribly surprised when the “Rally Monkey” kicked in…) And we’ve moved far beyond the “predestination” matter, this thread is no longer about that.
Dude, as a GQ moderator, YOU ARE GOD. Now…I’m assuming you’ve already read that I’m no longer pissed at you, I just don’t agree with your choice…answer me this question: Are you a Happy God, or a Vengeful God???
Are you willing to test your predictive abilities? If you’ll send me a large selection of your predictions I’ll track them for you and in a while we’ll go over your hits and misses and see if we can come up with an idea of whether you’re actually getting a higher than expected rate of hits.
I, seriously, make you that offer. I like to think my reputation for being a straight shooter here (some might call it ‘moralistic prig’) should get me some credit for being trustworthy.
I won’t share your predictions with anyone. They’ll remain between you and myself until such time as the tally is made.
Chick?? What chick??? [starts drooling] Oh, I get it. You’re eating KFC right now aren’t you?
Jonathan Chance - dude your question isn’t in the fucking ballpark! Read this thread over again, twice, and you will see that I’ve already disavowed any claim to have the gift of foresight. And even if I did (and some people do, you know, at least they did back in ancient times) it doesn’t work that way. You can’t control the visions…in a way, they control YOU.
Seriously, I find your question ignorant and repulsive. Ok, you want a prediction? Fine. I’ll predict…
[plugs into Matrix, checks Rhythms & whatnot, comes back…]
Jeff Gordon#24, will win the 2003 NASCAR Championship by a margin of 173 points. WTF??? I fucking HATE Jeff Gordon!! Hold on a minute…
[KGS throws a brick, which bounces off a butterfly’s left wing and sets up a ripple in the space-time continuum which eventually disturbs the orbit of a small comet, causing it to go backwards in time to the age of the dinosaurs and drops 336mg of iridium on the head of a smilodon, who sneezes loud enough for a volcano to hear it and erupt violently, burying a proto-mammal deep within the viscera of rock for a length of time until it is uncovered by a Cameroon scientist who mails it via FedEx to the United States for testing, except during the flight the plane hits a pocket of air turbulence (also set in motion by the original butterfly flapping it’s right wing in pain) and knocks a tiny screw off the underside of the plane’s fuselage, which falls to the ground right inside the garage area of the Atlanta Motor Speedway, and bounces at just the right angle to nick an oil hose inside the motor of Jeff Gordon’s car, causing it to rupture on Lap 12 and giving him his first DNF of the season…]
Ok, I reversed it. The new champion will be #42, who is…checking the NASCAR website…Jamie McMurray!!! Cool, I love that kid. He’s kinda far back in the standings, though. I might have to throw another brick…