Out of the mysterious East, out of the deserts burning sands, the voice of ancient Persia speaks to the heart of him who understands.
Out of the majestic star lit skies a sign on the mystic scroll of fate the moving finger writes in gold "Do you hear the call of Omar"? Omar the mysterious voice that only I can hear.
Through a complex code delivered via magical bells I, Mr. X, am now burdened with the responsibility of delivering Omar the Wizards one, and only one, selection for the day to seekers of earthly paradise.
I do not gamble, I do not like sports, nor was I seeking employment when chosen for this mission as I am independently wealthy. Nonetheless, His will not mine be done.
Do not reply to this thread. Your comments, good or bad, are neither solicited or welcome and will not be read or responded to. I am only a humble messenger.
Alas, the voice of Omar the Wizard has spoken and I must obey.