Well, let me tell you somethin’ ’bout them ducks, you see. They ain’t just birds, they’re like, a whole thing. Like them Islanders, you know? That’s what I heard. Heard they gonna win, those Islanders. They got the luck, or somethin’. Some folks say it’s 67%, others say it’s 64.3%. I don’t know ’bout no numbers, but I know what I hear.
They say it’s gonna be on a Tuesday, this ducks and Islanders thing. October 29th. Mark it down, if you care ’bout such things. Me? I got other things to worry ’bout. Like my bad knee. And them chickens need feedin’. But them ducks, they’re somethin’ else.
Now, they also say one of them Islanders, a fella named Anthony, he’s hurt. Leg’s messed up, they say. Can’t play. That’s a shame, ain’t it? But even without him, they say the Islanders gonna win. Them ducks, they’re underdogs, whatever that means. Sounds like a bad thing to be. They’re behind by 1.5 goals, whatever them is. It’s all numbers, sounds complicated, I don’t much understand it. I just know what I hear. They say the Islanders are gonna win.
- Islanders gonna win, they say.
- Ducks are underdogs, whatever that means.
- October 29th, Tuesday, that’s the day.
- Some fella named Anthony, he’s hurt, can’t play.
Some fancy computer, they say it can predict these things. That’s somethin’, ain’t it? They say the score will be Islanders 3. Don’t know what the ducks gonna get, but I guess it don’t matter. That computer, it’s like magic or somethin’. Predictin’ the future, like them fortune tellers. But this one uses numbers, not tea leaves.
And this whole thing, it’s ’cause of this 2024 season thing. Big deal, they say. Lots of folks makin’ bets, I hear. Puttin’ money on who’s gonna win. That’s a fool’s game, if you ask me. But folks like to gamble, I guess. Makes things excitin’. Not for me, though. I’d rather save my money. Them ducks ain’t worth bettin’ on, not this time. Islanders are where it’s at.
Odds and picks, that’s what they talk about. Like it’s some kinda science. I don’t get it. It’s just a game, ain’t it? But I guess it’s a big deal to some folks. They get all worked up about it. Like my neighbor, old man Johnson. He’s always yellin’ at the TV during these games. Gets all red in the face. I worry he’s gonna have a heart attack one of these days. All ’cause of them ducks and Islanders. It is really important.
Me? I just watch from my porch. Sippin’ my tea. Watchin’ the world go by. Don’t need no fancy computer to tell me what’s what. I can see it with my own two eyes. Them Islanders, they got somethin’ special. They got that fire in their eyes. Them ducks, they just look tired. Like they already know they gonna lose. They should practice more.
But what do I know? I’m just an old lady. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout no odds or picks or computers. I just know what I see. And what I see is the Islanders winnin’. That’s my prediction. Take it or leave it. They’re just gonna be better, that’s all. Them ducks can try their best, but it ain’t gonna be enough. Not this time.
So, you go on and make your bets, if you want. Listen to that fancy computer. Or listen to me. Either way, the Islanders gonna win. That’s just how it is. The ducks will just be the ducks, I guess that is just their fate. That’s my two cents, anyway. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my garden. Them tomatoes ain’t gonna pick themselves. And I need to make sure them squirrels ain’t gettin’ into my bird feeder again. Those little rascals are worse than them ducks sometimes. But don’t listen to me, I am just an old lady, what do I know?
Them ducks, though. They got a tough road ahead. But hey, that’s life, ain’t it? Sometimes you’re the Islander, sometimes you’re the duck. Just gotta keep swimmin’, I suppose. Keep your head above water. That’s what I always say. Oh well. Time for my nap. All this talk about ducks and Islanders has worn me out.
