"Never again!" you grumble to yourself while staring at 88's latest list of games.
Of course those teams then go ahead and cover seventy-four times in a row, until finally you're compelled to take another chance on them. All the stars are aligned just so. Every circumstance points their way. Yep, this one seems to be a sure thing. You're due, and they fucking owe you.
Having set their trap, they lie in wait, anticipating with wicked glee that perfect moment when they can again sink their steely blade into your stupid heart.
Ohio St, take a bow. If you're a huge favorite and I stay away from your game, you cover. Death and taxes. If you're favored by 24.5 over Hip Pocket A&M and I pick you, it's a stone-cold certainty that you'll only be up 6-3 at the half on your way to a riveting 22-16 paycheck cashing.
Cal, go ahead and enjoy yourselves a big, chocolatey, AIDs-infested porn cock. Confucious say, "Never leave toilet seat up in home of skinny-bottom supermodel, and don't be a fucking retard by picking Cal to go on the road OOC and cover a big number."
Then there's the team that prompted this thread...

Dicks. I hate you.