Each time little dicky tries to confuse the bets (or one of his pals
joins in to help him try to get out) I'll clarify where we are. That
way he can't escape trough ANY of his loopholes. Uh-oh little dicky:
They're PLUGGED.
1. Times & places are AGREED. July 3rd at some local joints in
Rochester, Minn. (that is, if dicky can get out of the Mayo Clinic's
addiction ward long enough to play me).
2. I've proposed a $10,000/day/event in the form of additional
betting 'punishment' for each day he doddles and dicks around with the
administrative parameters. He makes believe he's not stupid. Let's see
if he can do it or if I am asked to step in like I did when the radio
guy tried to stall but was shoicked when I publically challenged him
with all parameters identified in the paper.
3. Any amount of 'backers' are welcome....but not for me. That'll make
my winning all the more sweeter by having his "friends & associates"
blast him for the rest of his life after losing everything because of
me.