Originally Posted by redietz View Post
C'mon, kewlJ. The sports betting universe has been very public and verifiable for 40 years. You don't get an invite to Rick Hall's Who's Who in Sports Gambling without a resume. You don't get invited to the invitation-only Wise Guys Contest, 35+years and running, without an established reputation. You don't get hired by Billy Walters unless you've done what you say you've done. Do you really think Billy Walters doesn't do his research and check the bona fides?

I was on TV in the Buffalo Cable Satellite Handicap before you were in diapers. The weekly publication that accompanied the TV show was called The Absolute Truth. It tallied everyone's record on the show. The publication went out to anyone who requested it.

The McCusker Report -- AKA "Tipsters or Gypsters?" -- was published for more than a dozen years in Las Vegas. It names all the names. It provided all the ATS records, including multi-year records on the back pages. The author was profiled in a San Francisco Chronicle article.

I was on newsstands in Marc Lawrence's weekly Playbook newsletter for at least a decade. If you check out the Playbook Football Annual on your newsstand next month, you'll see what is likely the biggest selling football gambling annual in the country.

This isn't some hush-hush, cloak-and-alleged-dagger "AP" bedtime story. Jesus, the guy I'm traveling with was chair of a college department and has known me for 20+ years. We've had lunch every week for those 20 years. Ask him what I've been doing for the last couple of decades.

Actually, I've been subbing for Deuce Bigalow when he goes on holiday.
Kew, like you, red earns a living from waiting tables. Only he comes home to a make-believe girlfriend instead of a fake brother.

Why else do you think such a self-proclaimed savant can't get out of the Tennessee hills for more than a few days in June each year? The hill folk do need time to copulate with their brothers and sisters, ya know.

I'm still puzzled over why he hasn't invited YOU to one of his "working dinners at V & A's" (yes red, that's what those who go there more than once every 5 years refer to it as) to rub elbows with his weirdo pals yet. You two could swap jock straps and loafers while trying to figure how much to bet on the Celtics to hang their 18th banner!