MVP Rewards Top Partner ?Cappers
With Gala First Annual Golf Invitational
Alright, those pigs you saw winging their way across the sky are proof positive that our dubious assessment of MVP Sportsbook?s decision to bring together nearly two dozen touts for a gala event was way off the mark. Head man Dalton Wagner?s plan to reward MVP?s partner handicappers who performed best this last season was a slam-dunk winner as the participants defied our cynical projections.
We should have known that the group of legitimate, dedicated, productive ?cappers and sports services who were selected to participate in MVP?s First Annual Golf Invitational were not the usual suspects who give the industry a bad name. In addition to satisfying customers with their betting selections, these ?cappers also earned points with their clients by directing them toward MVP Sportsbook?s classy full service, fast paying shop, which includes access to a casino, race book and poker room as well.
Essentially, the five days of R&R was a way for MVP to say thanks to its business associates in a most tangible fashion. The book picked up the tab for the entire shindig, from roundtrip airfare to meals, drinks, entertainment, and yes, a few lap dances. These are, after all, red-blooded ?cappers.
The logistical challenges were handled so smoothly and efficiently by MVP staffers that the normal aggravations of travel were virtually eliminated. Pickup at the airport, checking in to the San Jose Marriott and transferring for a visit to the MVP facilities, as well as Los Suenos was a piece of cake.
The centerpiece of the five days, the golf tournament, was a resounding success. The format was that of a ?scramble? which means each threesome played the best ball on each stroke. However, even the worst player had to be included, as at least two tee shots from each player were required to be used.
Special contests for various holes spiced up the competition. On the 10th hole, a hole-in-one earned the lucky tout a brand new Porsche, which was on display. Alas, at the end of the day, it was still in possession of the new car dealer.
One contest which we made up our mind not to win was for the shortest drive, which was destined to go to a hapless member of each group. It took place at the 13th hole, when we were no longer producing worm killers off the tee. We cranked up and hit a mighty drive, which was rising and hooking simultaneously. BOINK. It hit a tree and bounced back far behind the spot from where it was hit.
We, along with three other red-faced would-be golfers, were awarded the prize for shortest drive back at the 19th hole. That prize was a capsule of Viagara.
About half the touts were experienced golfers while the rest of us were garden variety duffers.
Conventional wisdom might decree that the close proximity of so many touts would result in a clash of egos. Au contraire. There were no boors or big heads present. The group bonded together very nicely, with light ribbing the order of the day.
For instance, as we were bussing through a low rent district of the country enroute to Los Suenos, one of the ?cappers suggested that the shanties we were passing were occupied by another sports service?s former customers. It got a lot of good-natured laughs.
The hotel accommodations were top of the line, as anyone who has stayed at a Marriott knows. The bus ride from San Jose to Los Suenos on the Pacific side of the country was notable for spectacular scenery. But it was a stop at the crocodile bridge that was most memorable.
The bridge spans a murky river that is home to dozens of evil looking crocs. One is humongous, about 30 feet long, and is called Tyson. Although it is a misdemeanor to throw food off the bridge to the crocs, one of the MVP staffers was armed with frozen chickens.
He heaved them over the side and the prehistoric monsters scrambled to get them in their vise-like jaws. It took about eight to 10 flips in the air for their jaws and teeth to crush the frozen fowl enough to gulp them down whole.
One little pencil shaped croc got his jaws around a piece of chicken and as deftly as Barry Sanders, eluded some big studs that were eyeballing his cache. Quicker than the behemoths who were clocking him, he safely made his way into the river. Unfortunately, he did not see two big ones which had him in their sights.
The collision resulted in an explosion of water as tails flapped furiously, and the little guy was seen going under. He disappeared for a while then triumphantly appeared far down river, with the chicken still intact.
Of course, we all enjoyed the more earthly pleasures of downtown clubs and casinos in both San Jose -- the Del Rey and The Horseshoe -- and in Los Suenos, The Beetle Bar.
Dalton was explicit in warning of the dangers in wandering off the beaten path in San Jose. ?Stay on the main drag,? he urged. ?The street to the left is transvestite alley, and the street to the right is death.?
To say the women of Costa Rica are attractive is like suggesting that hitting an eight-team parlay is a fantasy. After watching the negotiations that went on between our group and the local working girls, we give Dalton a lot of credit for cutting deals with these guys that let him remain a principal in MVP.
We can?t wait for MVP?s Second Annual Golf Invitational.
MVP
With Gala First Annual Golf Invitational
Alright, those pigs you saw winging their way across the sky are proof positive that our dubious assessment of MVP Sportsbook?s decision to bring together nearly two dozen touts for a gala event was way off the mark. Head man Dalton Wagner?s plan to reward MVP?s partner handicappers who performed best this last season was a slam-dunk winner as the participants defied our cynical projections.
We should have known that the group of legitimate, dedicated, productive ?cappers and sports services who were selected to participate in MVP?s First Annual Golf Invitational were not the usual suspects who give the industry a bad name. In addition to satisfying customers with their betting selections, these ?cappers also earned points with their clients by directing them toward MVP Sportsbook?s classy full service, fast paying shop, which includes access to a casino, race book and poker room as well.
Essentially, the five days of R&R was a way for MVP to say thanks to its business associates in a most tangible fashion. The book picked up the tab for the entire shindig, from roundtrip airfare to meals, drinks, entertainment, and yes, a few lap dances. These are, after all, red-blooded ?cappers.
The logistical challenges were handled so smoothly and efficiently by MVP staffers that the normal aggravations of travel were virtually eliminated. Pickup at the airport, checking in to the San Jose Marriott and transferring for a visit to the MVP facilities, as well as Los Suenos was a piece of cake.
The centerpiece of the five days, the golf tournament, was a resounding success. The format was that of a ?scramble? which means each threesome played the best ball on each stroke. However, even the worst player had to be included, as at least two tee shots from each player were required to be used.
Special contests for various holes spiced up the competition. On the 10th hole, a hole-in-one earned the lucky tout a brand new Porsche, which was on display. Alas, at the end of the day, it was still in possession of the new car dealer.
One contest which we made up our mind not to win was for the shortest drive, which was destined to go to a hapless member of each group. It took place at the 13th hole, when we were no longer producing worm killers off the tee. We cranked up and hit a mighty drive, which was rising and hooking simultaneously. BOINK. It hit a tree and bounced back far behind the spot from where it was hit.
We, along with three other red-faced would-be golfers, were awarded the prize for shortest drive back at the 19th hole. That prize was a capsule of Viagara.
About half the touts were experienced golfers while the rest of us were garden variety duffers.
Conventional wisdom might decree that the close proximity of so many touts would result in a clash of egos. Au contraire. There were no boors or big heads present. The group bonded together very nicely, with light ribbing the order of the day.
For instance, as we were bussing through a low rent district of the country enroute to Los Suenos, one of the ?cappers suggested that the shanties we were passing were occupied by another sports service?s former customers. It got a lot of good-natured laughs.
The hotel accommodations were top of the line, as anyone who has stayed at a Marriott knows. The bus ride from San Jose to Los Suenos on the Pacific side of the country was notable for spectacular scenery. But it was a stop at the crocodile bridge that was most memorable.
The bridge spans a murky river that is home to dozens of evil looking crocs. One is humongous, about 30 feet long, and is called Tyson. Although it is a misdemeanor to throw food off the bridge to the crocs, one of the MVP staffers was armed with frozen chickens.
He heaved them over the side and the prehistoric monsters scrambled to get them in their vise-like jaws. It took about eight to 10 flips in the air for their jaws and teeth to crush the frozen fowl enough to gulp them down whole.
One little pencil shaped croc got his jaws around a piece of chicken and as deftly as Barry Sanders, eluded some big studs that were eyeballing his cache. Quicker than the behemoths who were clocking him, he safely made his way into the river. Unfortunately, he did not see two big ones which had him in their sights.
The collision resulted in an explosion of water as tails flapped furiously, and the little guy was seen going under. He disappeared for a while then triumphantly appeared far down river, with the chicken still intact.
Of course, we all enjoyed the more earthly pleasures of downtown clubs and casinos in both San Jose -- the Del Rey and The Horseshoe -- and in Los Suenos, The Beetle Bar.
Dalton was explicit in warning of the dangers in wandering off the beaten path in San Jose. ?Stay on the main drag,? he urged. ?The street to the left is transvestite alley, and the street to the right is death.?
To say the women of Costa Rica are attractive is like suggesting that hitting an eight-team parlay is a fantasy. After watching the negotiations that went on between our group and the local working girls, we give Dalton a lot of credit for cutting deals with these guys that let him remain a principal in MVP.
We can?t wait for MVP?s Second Annual Golf Invitational.
MVP
