AS consistent as the sun rising in the desert, there's always someone
out there SAYING they want to challenge me to a bet about my ability
to win with my Play Strategy. The problem is, it's exclusively been
the "talk the talk" and never the "walk the walk" syndrome. Examples:
-----In 2001 Bob Dancer was the first to make a big mistake with me.
Convinced I did not win as I said I did, he offered a bet of $20,000
that he would win more than me in the following 12 months. Although
proof on either side was difficult for a 12-month period, we worked
out a set of reasonable parameters that were agreed to so an accurate
final decision could be made. He was serious in that he wanted me to
come to LV with the cash for both of us to deposit. Because he was
belittling me in subsequent articles about how I could easily lose a
$57,200 bankroll in a single session, I was out to prove him wrong.
So I upped the stakes to $57,200--hardly unreachable for someone who
constantly gave the perception that he was made of gambling money.
There was an agreement, and I was to meet him at midnight at the
cashier's cage at the Aladdin with our cash. I waited 2 hours, and
when I returned home he had a concessionary e-mail awaiting me. Smart
move.
-----In 2005 loud-mouthed 'You Can Bet On It' LV radio personality
Fezzik, a sportsbettor with a jealous streak--ran his mouth on his
show how I was a liar & a fraud when I said I had won over $640,000
in the previous 8 years of playing my strategy in Nevada. HUGE
mistake. Little did he realize that I was the wrong person to take
on. In response to his baseless attack, I publicly offered a $640,000
bet that I could prove I had won exactly what and how I said I did
(essentially the same bet dicky here weaseled out of with his baloney
about proving other things didn't happen--totally nonsensical) and I
posted the challenge in Gaming Today. I told of my posting my escrow
at a local casino--which I already did by the time he read it--and
how he needed to do the same. After a round of embarrassing face-
saving excuses (something Dick is VERY familiar with) he declined. My
follow-up article kept the humiliation of this radio clown to a
bearable minimum. Fezzik then, in some sort of attempt to save face,
agreed with me to bet me on a session that he said I would not win. I
accepted, and then he decided to include 3 stipulations which I also
accepted. But when I added in one simple stipulation of my own
afterwards--that upon my winning, he announce on his radio show that
my play strategy is all I said it was, and he would have to take
defeat like a man. Naturally, he declined, and in the process let out
one gigantic sigh of relief for not having to go up against me. When
I look back this was my mistake though. I should have left it alone
because it was ME who gave this bazooka a way out. I was not kind to
him in an ensuing GT article, one that the staff at GT said was the
most revealing of its kind against those who claim I'm a liar.
-----There have been various challenges/bets over the years, and each
and every time the other party ends up wiggling out with a bow to the
Singer superiority. It isn't that I'm trying to make fools of these
people--they just can't combat simple common sense. I do what I say I
do, I post extremely accurate gaming results as they occur, and
others become infuriated by my success - let alone by the fact that I
diss, with solid reasoning, their long-term strategy crap. Dick &
Congo recently got a taste of their own envy of me. Bets with moving
targets (Dick's favorite), bets with 7:1 odds in their favor, and
bets purposely made with unclear parameters just in case I clarified
them into being fair so that they could squeeze out of following thru
on them. These people aren't stupid. they know what they're doing
when setting up bets with escape clauses, and the bets really aren't
up to the Bob Dancer level of authenticity anyway. These clowns do
not have the money or the gonads to bet me, and they prove it over
and over again. If Congo did, for instance, he wouldn't still be
harping on a fictitional $2million dollar bet, and rather, would step
up to the plate like a man not in need of HA! 7:1 odds to bet with
me, instead of a squealy little mouse ready to run and hide if I came
out and accepted.
These are 'advantage players'? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! ADVANTAGE
SINGER!!