Thought I'd meander over to the local vendor of charisma for a night cap, I walk in, Buzzy sitting near the big screen waves me over and says with that voice too rough from nicotine "happy New Years Billy Boy, what ya drinking"?

i tell him bourbon and coke, he orders a round, and I sit down. I can tell right off Buzzy is having a good night, a) he's half in the bag buying rounds, and b) he's smiling(Buzzy never smiles)

Buzz says to me "how you hittin' 'em? I tell him, "ok, I got a deuce on the over of this game (Ohio State) that's all I got going, I see you're doing good"

Buzzy says "yeah, the lunch pails (he calls the public squares 'lunch pails')
Are all over Ohio State, I got about 4300 of Ohio State money, I got some late Clemson action, about 1150 all told, and then he says to me with a shit eating grin, and the beauty of it is, I didn't lay a penny of it off"

Moral of the story is, the bookies know, they always know.