You find an old bottle in a pile of big city trash. You rub it and of course a Genie pops out. He doesn't want to be thought a terrorist so he's not attired in traditional Arabic genie garb. Rather, he looks like a tout from the Damon Runyon era, complete with a New York accent.
And because he is a modern genie he's not granting you those old-fashioned three wishes. Instead, he is giving you three sure winners --- but with a major string attached.
He tells you that for the rest of your life he will re-appear three times over the course of each football season, with one sure winner per appearance, with a PS of at least + 7, and natch you can bet a money line.
The only catch? If you take the deal you can never bet anything else. Like never, or will die on the spot. And you can't cancel it once you accept.
No other football teams. No other sports. No horses. No poker. No casino games. Not even the lottery. Or pitch penny. Nuttin', or you're worm meat.
Do you take his deal? If so, you're on your way to being a mega-millionaire. But no more real gambling. Think it over before you jump one way or the other . . .
And because he is a modern genie he's not granting you those old-fashioned three wishes. Instead, he is giving you three sure winners --- but with a major string attached.
He tells you that for the rest of your life he will re-appear three times over the course of each football season, with one sure winner per appearance, with a PS of at least + 7, and natch you can bet a money line.
The only catch? If you take the deal you can never bet anything else. Like never, or will die on the spot. And you can't cancel it once you accept.
No other football teams. No other sports. No horses. No poker. No casino games. Not even the lottery. Or pitch penny. Nuttin', or you're worm meat.
Do you take his deal? If so, you're on your way to being a mega-millionaire. But no more real gambling. Think it over before you jump one way or the other . . .