So thus far this evening, Bob has steered me in the wrong direction on two totals plays.  Because he is Bob Dylan, I decided to give him another chance on a final totals play of the day.

Me: Hey, Bob, it appears you suck at totals.

Bob: (with heavy nasal tone and very mellow speech) Serf, you simply don't understand the music of chance. 

Me: What?  Is Willie Nelson still around?

Bob: Yeah, he's making some guacamole dip with Rosalita, one of my maids.

Me: Listen, maybe the third time is truly a charm.  Give me one last MLB totals play.

Bob: (puts the phone on the counter) (plays the harmonica)  (then singing)  Take the over in the Rangers/Mariners game...it was 7.5 but now it is 8.  And after you win, take a hooker on a date...

Me: (interrupting) Uhhh, thanks, Bob.  Gotta go.