Anonymous Sports Book Manager left academia to run a trading department at one of the world’s largest offshore bookmaking outfits. He now works onshore with his cellphone, pencil, rice paper, and a bucket of water. He’s trying to go legit as a consultant (please send job offers), but every time he gets out of the bookie business, they pull him back in.
I’m cranky. It’s probably because the Giants opened +3.5 in the Super Bowl and now it’s nearly +2.5 and I’ve taken in a lot of sharp money I don’t want. “3” is the biggest number in football. That’s a problem, and it’s put me on edge. So other stuff is getting my goat—especially stupid stuff. Like this: Continue reading »
On May 11, 1979, commodities trader and “family man” Arthur Gerald Jones went missing. His wife told investigators that six months prior, he’d lost his job, and due to the fact that despite selling his CBOT seat and forging her name on an application for a second mortgage, Jones still had a bunch of gambling debt to pay off, possibly to the mob, foul play was suspected, and he was eventually declared dead in 1986. This would be sad if not for the fact that AGJ has actually been living and working (as a bookie, natch, and apparently also on his tan) in Las Vegas for the last 23 years. Continue reading »
Take your money and go play Keno with Grandma– nothing to see here. Continue reading »
