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in 1981 i was betting sports with a famous mobster in Harlem, Fat Tony Salerno. so i bet the Los Angeles Dodgers in the world series against the Yankees. he had a boosted up home town price on series.
i bet a lot of money on the Dodgers that i didn't have, the Dodgers have a 3-2 lead in the series coming back to the Bronx. i flew down to New York to watch the game with my handicapper, his name was Harvey one eye. i got great seats at the stadium and call up Fat Tony to bet the game. he gives me the price and i bet on the Yankees as a hedge. that day the bionic arm was pitching for the Yankees, Tommy John, and he was unbeatable. we go to the game and it gets rained out.
the next day the game is rescheduled, same pitchers. so i call Tony to bet the game, he answers the phone and says sorry short pants (my nickname that he gave me) the price is now John - $190. i hung up the phone and ask Harvey what am i supposed to do now. Harvey says you can't go against the bionic arm. i think about it for a minute and called back my bookmaker. Tony answers the phone and says the price went up to 2-1. I said, screw it, give me rootin tootin Burt Hooten. i went back to Harvey and told him what i did, he said i am nuts going against the Bionic arm.
we go to the game and the Yankees put up 2 runs in the second inning and Hooten's knuckle ball had not been working. Harvey is looking at me like i am from outer space. i said my friend, i can't pay the original series bet, so what difference does it make, he can only kill me once. in the fifth inning the Dodgers put up 10 runs and go on to win the game and i escaped!
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