Caesars Basement

Caesars had the opening lines.

Beady, restless, hungover, strung out, we’d all line up. Everyone had their place.

It was a tricky thing

I was small but they called me a whale

because when I was in the casino

I bet big.

In Vega$, a .620 winning percentage puts you in the Hall of Fame. A .604 winning percentage wins you a shit load of money.

Throw in the random, big money parlay and you are one groovy, high-rolling cat.

We no longer publish our picks.

Too much heat from the casinos.

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