Numbers Collide: The Betting Dream

Yeah. Yeah. See the numbers collide. Staven got the

snacks, sittin' on the sofa throne. Nielsen checks the odds,

whisperin' in his zone. Snyder scribbles numbers, sweat on his dome.

Dollar talkin' tactics like he managed teams alone. Henderson, the wildcard,

always bettin' rogue. Five heads, one dream, let the strict ups set 'em

fold. Monday to Friday, we clock in the grind. Saturday sacred,

football in time. Thirteen results, the millions align. One slip, one miss,

and the dreams left behind. Thirteen right, that's the ticket to the sky.