NFL Picks Week 1

The Early Morning Sun Beat hard casting Long Shadows across the Arid landscape the Desert Air shimmered with heat creating mirages that danced on the horizon the swamy in his black fedora hat sitting in the back of a black stretched out limousine with blacked out tinted windows pulled up to the curb with a smooth almost Regal Grace out stepped the Swami a flamingo among pigeons his presence commanding ATT ion his legendary black hat cocked down when feeling loose sunglasses covering his hazel eyes always carrying his black duffel bag in his right hand filled with confidence he was a man who knew he was in control he was back in his natural habitat the urban jungle of the Las Vegas Strip where the lights never dim and the action never stops the valet attendants Veterans of countless arrivals snap to attention recognizing a VR IP when they saw one they have seen his type before the high rollers the Risk Takers The Men Who treated casinos like their own personal playgrounds the Swami moved with a confidence that spoke of past victories and future conquests he was here to play and the house knew it the stakes were high but so were the rewards The Pit Boss his eyes like a hawk scanning the casino floor immediately zeroed in on the swamy his reputation preceded him a legend in the World of Sports handicapping here was a man who could turn the tide of a game with a single bet his presence alone could shift the energy of the room making the air crackle with anticipation a whisper ran through the crowded casino floor a murmur That Grew louder as words spread of his arrival the floor manager immediately ran over to the casino host you better make sure whatever Mr swamy asks us for he gets he knew the import of keeping swamy happy we've prepared the penthouse suite for you as always the best of everything just as you like it said the host the swamy merely nodded a Curt gesture that spoke volumes his nod was a signal a promise of the excitement to come he was a whale in a sea of minnows and the house spared no expense to keep him swimming in their Waters the casino knew that keeping swamy happy meant they had to take his action on NFL football and they were prepared to do whatever it took Swami's true passion lay not in the glitz and glamour of the casino floor but in the hushed anticipation of the sports book it was here in this sanctuary of numbers and probabilities that he found his true calling here amidst the flickering screens displaying odds and lines he felt truly alive he scanned the boards his mind a calculator processing probabilities analyzing matchups and predicting outcomes always on the lookout always seeking out the slightest Edge always in attack mode the usual Mr swamy asked his favorite ticket writer The Voice belonged to Victoria she understood his language and lingo she was from New York as well Victoria had seen Swami win fortunes always with the same stoic demeanor she knew better than to question the man's methods the Swami had an uncanny knack for sniffing out value where others saw only chaos and risk it was a skill honed over years of experience and Victoria respected that she knew that Swami's methods though unconventional often led to surprising results the Swami said Victoria give me Jacksonville plus 3 and A2 Washington Plus 3 and 1/2 and the New York Jets plus 4 and 1/2 110,000 on each Victoria responded no problem swamy the sports book manager scuffled over to immediately approve his bets he nearly tripped she then ran the $100 bills through her cash counter after verifying it was all there she winked smiled and handed him the tickets the penthouse suite was an oasis of luxury amidst the neon drenched desert floor to ceiling Windows offered panoramic views of the strip swamy poured himself some Scotch the ice clinking softly in the crystal tumbler he picked up the phone and a mischievous glint in his eye he was ready to call his crew one by one they walked through the door beaming with excitement Angelo they called him the nose he also had eyes in the back of his head always on high alert always protecting the crew he embraced swamy a wide grin plastered across his face with a serious look he then told the Swami it's been way too long pal don't let that ever happen again then there was lucky also known as luch AKA The Prince of props he had eyes as cold and calculating as a glacier despite his fearsome reputation in the prop betting World Lucky had a soft spot for Swami a loyalty forged over years of friendship countless card games and late night escapades the phone rang again and again each call brought another member of the Swami's inner circle into the fold there was Tommy Tutone a man who could talk his way into and out of any situation A man that you either loved or hated and then there was the professor Michael Berkeley a master in statistics and probabilities and a knack for picking some pipe bombs of his own together they were a force to be reckoned with a Brotherhood forged in The Crucible of risk and reward the night was a blur of high stakes gambling free flowing champagne and the kind of camaraderie that only comes from shared experiences and unwavering loyalty they hit hit the craps tables the roulette wheel even a high stakes poker tournament leaving a trail of both Triumph and defeat in their wake as Dawn broke over the desert painting the sky in Hues of orange and pink the party began to wind down exhaustion hung heavy in the air a testament to a knight lived to the fullest the Swami stood outside on his patio gazing out at the city that never slept a city he both loved and loed boed he had lived another day danced with Lady Luck and came out the other side week 2's NFL picks will be uploaded right here next week please hit the like button and subscribe thank you all for watching good day now