Sez Me …

I am not good at many things. Gambling is one of them. I stink at wagering, from the four-legged ponies to the two-legged humans to the one-armed bandits, from when we were kids flipping baseball cards that eventually would be worth money for those better informed.

My learning curve looks like a Pacific horizon. And I grew with guys, hanging in the Tower Bowl pool hall, who would bet on the bowel movement frequency of total strangers.

But that doesn’t mean I’m against it. As far as I’m concerned, if you go to a steakhouse and order a $150 tomahawk ribeye, why should I care if you put that $150 on Eagles-Chiefs?

Your business. Your money.

I’ve also been an advocate for sports betting in California, where multiple millions in taxes on legitimate gambling (instead of nothing on

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