I finally decided to go to Nevada, partly to silence that irritating jeer often leveled at academics, “Well, if you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?” As a matter of personal pride and honor I felt that I owed my readers proof that the theory really worked, despite scoffs from casinos that my claims were ridiculous. The clincher was the casino spokesman on television who, speaking of my system said, “When a lamb goes to the slaughter, the lamb might kill the butcher. But we always bet on the butcher.
