The casinos feast upon television worship, but survival requires crawling through the ditch with the unloved points.
The casinos feast upon television worship, but survival requires crawling through the ditch with the unloved points.
You do not gamble to validate your television viewing habits. The fluorescent tubes above the desk are humming a flat, sickly B-flat, and the sheets of numbers coming off the printer smell like burning plastic and cheap coffee. This is the hour when the sportsbooks count on the great American…