


Punting Saturday 12th April 1997.

Club
season Gary "Grogwash" Allen set all kinds of records that are unlikely
to be matched, let alone broken, for many years to come when he kicked
the club off to a profitable start.
The
unlikely chain of events occurred in an inspired moment when Grogwash was
handed the cash by a confident committee safe in the knowledge that his
knowledge of the punting game would be put to best use if he cast aside
his selfish, self-satisfying ways and gambled for the greater good of the
team rather than his usual pursuit of individual glory. This scenario did
indeed eventuate and the club benefited to the tune of $2.00. Yes that's
dollars.
Scoff
you may at such a meagre return but if we cast our meandering minds back
to a similar stage last year we had actually lost every cracker we had
gambled. The blame for this disastrous result lay squarely at the feet
of Richie "Pokerface" Matheson.
Punting Saturday 19th April 1997.
The precedents
continue to be set by Gary Grogwash, the guru of good gambling, who continues
to rake in the cabbage with a cunning mix of racing nous and knowledge
mixed with a generous portion of astrological interpretation. For the second
week in succession Grogwash has turned a profit for the burgeoning Kingston
Wolves Punters Club.
These are uncharted waters both for Gary individually, and the club as a whole, as neither have ever gone for such an extended period of profitable punting. Even John "The Magician" Dowse, in his halcyon days, could not match this successful run.
It would appear that Grogwash has responded to the critics of last
weeks miserly $2 return and, in his own inimitable style, won $19 for us
all to enjoy in the latter stages of season 1997.
For
those of you keen to know the nags that delivered the pot of gold; they
were Derobe (this was the omen bet for the day and if enough thought is
given to it you should be able to work it out) with his only other winner
being a scratching. But still this is enough for the prince of punting
to proceed with his profitable pattern and if the trend continues we can
look forward to an even more productive performance this weekend.
Punting Saturday 26th April 1997.
Feast turned into famine and soaking rains turned to barren drought
as Grogwash Allen threw away the form guide and took the first entry sign
onto the information superhighway in a vain attempt to keep his impeccable
record intact. Unfortunately
the
information superhighway was riddled with potholes and Grogwash found himself
with a blown rear tyre and no spare in the boot as he placed 5 bets that
floundered at the winning post and sent us spiralling uncontrollably into
a lose lose situation ie. we lose our money and he loses his gambling rights.
Unfortunate as Saturday's events were it gives some other members
of this small gambling fraternity a crack at the big time and a chance
to make a name for themselves. Thus the spotlight moves from Grogwash and
shines its shimmering
light on Rod "Pensioner" Bradley. Pensioner has boldly predicted that he
will more than adequately fill the large and profitable void left by Grogwash
and will return a fistful of fifties that will satisfy the many critics
that abound when the fortunes of the club take a turn for the worse.
Punting Saturday 3rd May 1997.
The optimistic thoughts for a profitable punting season that many
of us entertained for a brief period while Grogwash enjoyed his day in
the sun appear to be completely unfounded as, for
the
second week running, the golden gambling voucher was wasted in the hands
of Rod "Pensioner" Bradley.
Hopes were raised with the cash being controlled by Pensioner but
there were ominous signs when, on Saturday morning, not a form guide had
been perused nor a bet laid. This kind of tardy preparation was reflected
in the way Pensioner's selections ran the home straight and he
was
left with the lonely gamblers lament of wishing the race went just one
more length.
In rapid succession the reigns of the punters club go through another set of hands this week and the name that has been randomly drawn out of the hat is Alan Duffy. The reason for letting Duff take a plunge is unclear as the benefit of experience over youth was certainly proven to be mythical if last weeks results are anything to go by.
However Duff has proven himself in the past and it is with this thought in mind that we lay our immediate futures in his hands and hope that he will win us all enough money so that we can all enjoy our coffee and cake come the long weekend in October.
Punting Saturday 10th May 1997.
The optimistic and prophetic words from last weeks edition of this
esteemed tome have proven to be just the fillip the Wolves Punters Club
needed with Alan Duffy
skyrocketing
that the Wolves will still be able to make their inaugural overseas trip
away.
Duff followed the lead set early in the season by Grogwash Allen
and ventured onto the information superhighway for his inspiration. Fortunately
he was better equipped than Grogwash and was given the good oil that all
regular punters are fond of
receiving
on a regular basis. Just as fortunately Duff had taken time out of his
hectic schedule that seems to revolve around the nocturnal establishments
that Kingston is famous for to spend some quality hours perusing the form
guide and having his bets prepared well in advance of the TAB opening hour.
If only Braddles had taken these same proper precautions when assuming
the great responsibility that was thrust upon him last week, he too, could
be basking in the
same
glory that Duff finds himself most contentedly enjoying for the immediate
future.
My Internet correspondence from Duff this week assures me that a new gambling legend has been born and that we can look forward to an even greater return this week.
Punting Saturday 31st May & 7th June 1997.
It appears that the nightmare of the 1996 punting season is returning to haunt the members of the 1997 punting fraternity as, for the third consecutive week, not a dollar, skerrick, shekel, ducat or dime has looked like being returned to the coffers.
Two weeks ago
the money was given to Chris "Puppets" Giltrap in the false hope that he
would prop up the ailing punters club bank balance. The reason for this
false sense of security was the fact that Puppets holds the annual trip
away very close to his heart (as consecutive Best and Fairest awards indicate)
and if there is anyone that appreciates the fact that we need as many liquid
assets as we can muster it should be Puppets. Unfortunately his desire
was confused with punting ability and a poor day was had on the track.
In the week that followed Puppets' poor effort a lot of soul searching
was done to come up with the right person to get the club back onto the
road it had so suddenly fallen off. The apparent solution to this problem
appeared to be Geoff "Frosty"
O'Regan.
Frosty, quite a vociferous man with a green can full of amber fluid in
his hand, enjoys the season ending trip almost as much as Puppets although
he is constantly dismayed when he flounders in the Best and Fairest voting
and it was thought this might be the motivation needed to secure a few
more votes when the selectors next meet. This proved to be an inadequate
theory as Frosty laid 3 bets at various venues with the end result being
another generous $50 donation to the TAB.
It is only
natural that a lot of spruiking occurs at the beginning of any punters
club and this weeks nominated gambler has been no exception. This gentleman
is known for spending his quality time at the Giralang Tavern, one of the
national capitals' more salubrious licensed premises, where he is in 6
different punter's club's that have all won over $1000 for the year so
far, or so we hear. It is on this spruiking basis alone that, in desperation,
the club has turned to Wayne "Topweight" Kelty to take the money and do
as he wishes.
As you will all be aware a crisis meeting was held late last week
to examine the
ailing
fortunes of the Kingston Wolves Punters Club. Palms were read, tea leaves
examined, tarot cards dealt, a virgin sacririced and the entrails of a
recently slaughtered beast were examined in an attempt to find a saviour,
a person that could dig us out of the rut we so quickly found ourselves
in. The signs were ominous as they pointed to Wayne "Topweight" Kelty.
This gentleman, as mentioned in previous editions, has been quick to inform
us of his prowess on the punt and his penchant for picking pecuniary placegetters.
Although unproven in Wolves circles but with the advantage of astrological
interpretation
and the wisdom of satanic rituals on our side it was with a vote of confidence
that Topweight bounded into the TAB on a sprightly Saturday morning and
placed a number of bets in various locations stretching as far afield as
Adelaide.
I am now pleased to report to you, my fellow punters, that the result of Saturday's outlay was a return of some $146. This is a record for a Wolves punter and far exceeds the feats of John "The Magician" Dowse last year. Although we are still a tad in the red if we continue on this new course chartered by the Topweight we should be in fine shape come early October.
Punting Saturday 21st June 1997.
The Gods were smiling on Saturday last as not only did the Wolves
inflict another punishing defeat on hapless opposition but, for the second
week in succession, a profitable period has been had on the punt. Topweight
Kelty again strode to the wicket with his side deep in trouble and immediately
started striking the ball in the middle of the bat. So impressive has he
been in his latest knock that he has earnt the right to a promotion up
the order in future clashes. With the poor recent form of
the
middle order, in particular, Grover O'Neil, Puppets Giltrap and Frosty
O'Regan (who surely must be coming under close scrutiny from the selectors)
Topweight surely would not be out of place if he were given the opportunity
to flay the willow at the shiny red cherry.
Not daunted by a wet track Topweight showed the form that has made
him something of a legend in certain licensed premises north of the lake
and has again
shown
he is no stranger to taking advantage of the generous inducement the TAB
tends to offer at various times.
The good oil is that the celebration of our good fortune was still in full swing well into Sunday afternoon but the gloss had worn off and the back slapping had come to a grinding halt when the alarm went off on Monday morning.
It has been noted that the protest flag has been fluttering in recent
weeks due to the lack of a gambling draw for you all to peruse. I assume
full responsibility for this
oversight
and can assure you that there have been no underhand tactics occurring
in the selection of the weekly gambler. For your personal gratification,
should Topweight go early in proceedings next week, Pickle Davis will come
in with guns blazing, and in the likely event he loses our money, the next
cab off the rank will be the big hitting all rounder Richard Nicholson
followed in quick succession by Reggie Davis, Poker Matheson, George Samios,
Stats Tattersall and Nightmare Dodson. When we reach this point I shall
reveal further names.
Punting Saturday 28th June 1997.
The ray of good fortune that had been shining so gloriously on Topweight
Kelty disappeared as quickly as a fresh schooner does in his hand at the
Giralang Tavern on Saturday last.
Hopes
were held high that Topweight's record breaking feats would continue until
the end of the season to enable an unprecedented payout to be made to each
prospective punter. This will not eventuate as each selection made by Topweight
ran as if they were carrying him on their back as well as the nimble jockey.
The heavy track rating could well be blamed for last weeks performance but surely one would be entitled to argue, if one were the argumentative type, that if you spread the golden gambling voucher over enough races that you are bound to snare one lazy winner. This, however, was not the case and the offending TAB tickets have been filed with the pile of previous losing bets courtesy of Messrs. Allen, Bradley, Duffy, O'Neil, Giltrap and O'Regan.
As was mentioned
last week Dean "Pickle" Davis assumes the vacant leading role on centre
stage this week. Grave fears are held for any winning wagers as Pickle
is not renowned for his punting prowess on anything that doesn't have a
coin slot, flashing buttons, multiple line payouts, red/black choices or
double up features. Unfortunately devices such as this are an infringement
of the legislation of the Wolves punters club and it will be fingers crossed
as Pickle fills out his TAB slips.
Punting Saturday 5th July 1997.
Unfortunately
the wheels appear to have fallen off the sulky that was carrying the Wolves
Punter Club as, for the second week in succession, bets were placed at
venues Australia wide with a remarkably similar result to that of Topweight
Kelty last weekend. Spirits were high in the punter's club ranks as the
omen horse, Wolf, was running and it was thought that if ever we were to
win it
would
be on the back of this trusty steed. This was not the case and, as Poker
Matheson proved last punting season, omen betting doesn't necessarily translate
into cash in the bank.
As is the custom of this tome credit will be given where credit is due and Pickle deserves a modicum of praise for only losing $12. $38 in the kitty certainly looks a lot more attractive than the nil return presented by recent ordinary gambling efforts.
Although
being close to earning another week's grace Pickle fell at the critical
stage and his place in the saddle, in a set of freshly laundered silks,
will be assumed by the trifecta king Richard Nicholson. Nicho, as has been
the case with so many of his predecessors, has often been heard waxing
lyrically over a cold schooner of amber fluid at Football Park Sports Club
about his previous impressive punting performances. However, these have
all been while he was not a member of this fraternity and it is to be hoped
that Nicho hasn't fallen into the same trap of building up a reputation
only to have it utterly destroyed when the time came to fill in the TAB
slips.
Punting Saturday 12th July 1997.
In an inspired move the punters club reins were handed over to Richard
Nicholson mid week with the line of thought that we needed a healthy trifecta
to get the club going back in the right direction again. After the abysmal
effort of Pickle Davis
the
previous week it was also felt that we needed to go back to the veteran
gamblers in the club to show the youngsters the advantages of age and experience.
As many of you will recall from last week's edition of this esteemed publication
Nicho was referred to as the trifecta king and his reputation was certainly
proven to be fact rather than fiction as with the aplomb of a gambling
guru Nicho returned to the grateful members the impressive tally of $138.
A princely profit of $88 was the end result of some astute and well placed
trifecta's.
Nicho has written himself into the annals of Wolves punting history
as his $138 is second only to Topweight Kelty's excellent first up effort
of $146. Of course Topweight's moment of glory is now only a distant memory
and we must, for the
moment, dwell on the feats of Nicho as he enjoys his day in the sun.
It should be noted that Nicho made a special effort not to spruce himself up in the minds of his punting brethren in order to avoid the potential spray that one can expect to receive upon the loss of our punting dollar. This has been duly noted and will be taken into consideration should Nicho have a less than successful day at the track in future weeks.
Another pleasing
point was the out of hours time and effort Nicho put into his precious
punting performance. After the crisis talks of last week it was clear that
the right choice had been made with Nicho as he perused the form guide
for hours on end and didn't fall into the trap of spreading the money thinly
over tracks all round Australia but concentrated his effort on the one
meeting and reaped the rewards.
Punting Saturday 19th July 1997.
Just as Wolves' punter's club members thought they could start eagerly
anticipating a profitable payout at the end of this punting season we are
forced to suffer the
slings
and arrows of outrageous fortune that seem to be the common ground we consistently
find ourselves on. Unfortunately it is once again my dubious duty to report
to you a negative outcome from last weeks wagers.
After many hours of solid form guide study, Richard Nicholson, the
trifecta king, was set his major exam which involved the translation of
this form guide into 8 winning trifectas. With this in mind Nicho strode
confidently into the Manuka TAB on Saturday last brimming with confidence
after his highly successful last start and a lot of faith that his study
would hold him in good stead.
It would appear that any knowledge gleaned by Nicho in his spare time at 60 Minutes Dry Cleaners disappeared as quickly as the stains he removed from Doris Gaynors wardrobe.
As nice as it is to be competent enough to select 2 placegetters
in any horse race this tactic is of limited use if the person in question
is actually attempting to win
money
by way of trifecta betting. It is for this reason that Nicho's day in the
sun, his 15 minutes of fame, his moment of glory drew to a close and a
new era is set to begin.
The dawn of this new era will begin when the focus of our betting
activity is well and truly turned onto a gentleman that has been eagerly
awaiting his opportunity to impress all and sundry with his second to none
knowledge of the racing game. I
speak,
of course, about George Samios.
Premiership winning captain/coach, foundation Wolves member, respected journalist and local restaurateur are all part of an impressive resum? few could hope to equal. George is known to be so fond of a gamble that the selection criteria for new staff at Caff? Della Piazza is that they must be prepared to spend a generous portion of their weekly pay cheque at Casino Canberra, to wit Thomas Lum and Ben James.
Punting Saturday 26th July 1997.
This
headline may lead to some confusion amongst my punting brethren as some
of you will, no doubt, recall that George Samios was last weeks nominated
gambler and high hopes were held for a renaissance in our weekly gambling
game. Unfortunately George is temporarily indisposed and responsibility
for starting the Wolves howling again was handed to Craig Elphick. Unfortunately
the form slump that has haunted the gambling efforts of Wolves punters
club members in recent weeks continued. Elph took centre stage chock full
of confidence only to be cut down without even a whimper and could only
return a modest $8 that is not nearly enough to be granted another crack
at the quest for great gambling glory.
Rather than rely on his knowledge gleaned from many studious hours
in front of a form guide Elph fell into the fatal trap of asking family
members for tips. The desired outcome was not achieved and both tips that
Elph received, Classy Fella in Sydney and Bacy's Brother in Melbourne,
failed to deliver. Classy Fella, in fact, ran as if it were carrying one
of the more rotund members of the punters club and finished a less than
creditable second last. Bacy's Brother showed a bit more fighting spirit
and managed to snare second place. As tradition for this club dictates
most of the punting dollar had been placed on Classy Fella and only a meagre
$5
was wagered
on a place bet for Bacy's Brother.
Tuesday nights trackwork saw the advent of the well worn gamblers lament. According to Elph if the race had been a length shorter we would have been in the money. The more astute patrons of the club saw straight through this facade and dismissed the dribble for what it was; a tardy attempt to justify irresponsible and reckless punting.
It was interesting to note that the previous weeks gambler, the trifecta
king Richard Nicholson, was heard mumbling away in the background that
he had more success
dismissed
as the rambling's of a man racked by the pain and guilt of letting his
team down.
George Samios is again unavailable to fill the gambling void and, in a bold initiative, the funds, this week, will be split between two of the veterans of the punters club. Helmut Jordan and Stats Tattersall take the reins this week and, having seen the traps their predecessors have fallen into, will undoubtedly restore the bank balance to its once healthy state.
Punting Saturday 2nd August 1997.
It is with mixed emotions that this weeks report is constructed as,
for the first time this year, co-punters were nominated with a degree of
success and an ounce of failure. The selected
punters
this week were Andrew "Stats" Tattersall and Ricky "Helmut" Jordan, two
gentleman poles apart in the physique department. It appears that the difference
in their physique is as disparate as their ability to pick winners on the
racetrack as Tatts fell at the final hurdle and lost all the money generously
supplied to him.
Helmut, on the other hand, appears to be a worthy recipient of the
punting pot and for a frugal $25 outlay returned an impressive $68. I feel
it my duty to make you all aware that although Helmut posted an impressive
profit it was no reward for the time he put in to studying for his arduous
assignment. No attention was given to any means of communication ie. a
form guide, Helmut decided that hot tips and omen bets were the way to
approach the
task
at hand and we are fortunate that these selections came in for him.
It appears that Tatts is the person most hard done by in this scenario. Tatts is a keen student of the racing game and high hopes were held for a profitable punting performance but this was not to be. Unfortunately the complicated strategy employed by Tatts where he has one bet spread over 6 different horses at 5 different meeting in 3 different States came unstuck this week and he has been forced to relinquish the drivers seat.
The lucky man that takes over the warm drivers seat vacated by Tatts
is Phillip "Doris" Gaynor. If history is any measure of proficiency than
Doris is the man that is more than
capable
of getting the club back into the black in the final few weeks of the punting
season. Helmut, of course, has guaranteed himself another turn this week
and it to be hopes that his run of luck continues.
Punting Saturday 9th August 1997.
Pure and unadulterated joy is the overriding emotion that tugs at
the heartstrings as this weeks report is penned. It seems that, finally,
after many, many weeks of
fruitless
searching the perfect punting partners have been produced in the form of
Ricky "Helmut" Jordan and Phillip "Doris" Gaynor.
As many of you will recall Helmut earned his stripes after an impressive
first up gallop last week and his streak continued unabated this week.
It would appear that previous advice given in this column regarding preparation
for one's weekly wagers and the folly of following fanciful punting programs
has proven to be incorrect as Helmut continues to rely on whispers he hears
around the traps (and there are many he finds himself in) and place his
money based on this unreliable
banter. However this system, while not infallible, is certainly in the
midst of a purple patch and Helmut raked in another handsome profit this
week.
The other half of this calculating combination has been known to
move in similar circles to that of his rotund partner. Doris Gaynor has
been one of the members of this salubrious sect that has been an absolute
joy to be associated with. Doris has not complained about his spot in the
gambling queue and has made payments like clockwork. These facts, coupled
with Doris' sterling form last season, should have been enough to guarantee
him an earlier gamble but this was not to be.
Unperturbed
by this, Doris, with his keen eye for a frisky filly, selected a number
of possible winners and confidently placed his money squarely on the back
of these trusty steeds.
Although little is known about the process used to ascertain his
knowledge of the
equines in question they have paid back his confidence abundantly and even
though only a minor profit recorded it was, none the less, a profit and
if such form continues we will be rolling in the money later in the year.
Punting Saturday 16th August 1997.
It is one of the curious anomalies in this world that when an individual
receives more praise than they are accustomed to it can inflate their ego
to an unjustifiable level. It appears that this was the case this week
with "Helmut" Jordan. For the past fortnight Helmut has been riding high
on the crest of a wagering wave that saw the stocks of the Wolves punter's
club rise to unseen levels. Quite clearly
Helmut
was chuffed with his success as he demanded his kudos from this medium.
And glory he did receive for two long weeks but the time has now arrived
for our rotund friend to feel the razor edge of this double edged sword.
As many have before him Helmut made a vain attempt to propel himself into an elite punting echelon and ended falling flat on his face. Perhaps the only thing preventing him from doing serious personal damage was his ample girth that cushioned the impact as he fell from his lofty perch. In the true spirit of this tome, mention should be made that Helmut did only lose $7 but has, nonetheless, satisfied the criteria for this savaging.
Thoughts now turn to Richard "Goggles" Crossman. It would appear
that at the time Goggles was suffering in a severe manner from the excesses
of the previous evening such was the haphazard manner his bets were laid.
It is clear that the amiable alcoholic haze that descended on Goggles the
night before had not completely lifted and the end result for him was a
nil return from the various trifecta's he placed. I'm sure that the trifecta
king, Richard Nicholson, would be more than willing to impart some of his
vast knowledge of the trifecta caper to
Goggles.
Saturday was not all doom and gloom for the punters club as Patrick Francis Griffin and Phillip "Doris" Gaynor shone like beacons and were the pillars that prevented this little gambling house from crashing down around us.
Paddy was the undoubted star over the weekend and with the advantage
of a tip received on Friday night from someone in the know and a cursory
study of the form guide on Saturday morning managed to post a solid $38
profit. As is the conservative nature of those employed in the banking
industry Paddy plumped for each way bets and one cannot help but wonder
how much the takings would have been (well actually it's not that hard
to work out I just can't be bothered turning my calculator on) if the smart
money showed a little more adventure and was placed
on
the win only. Let this not take the gloss of Paddy's glowing performance
and let's hope this streak continues for the next three weeks.
Phillip "Doris" Gaynor is the other part of this quartet that can hold his head high. Doris, as mentioned last week, has been the rock of Gibraltar that the punters club has been founded on and was, once again, a solid performer with another outstanding weeks punting. Doris is showing signs of being a stayer rather than a sprinter as, slowly but surely, he improves his return each week. On current form Doris will be punting through to the end of the season and will have the bank balance back in the black where we all like to see it.
Please note that the punting season will conclude on Grand Final weekend.
It would appear that the betting bubble that Doris Gaynor has surrounded
himself in in recent weeks well and truly burst on Saturday as he dropped
himself to the depths of the betting barrel with a nil return. Doris does
not seem to be the scholarly type because he quite clearly did not go to
school on the lessons his punting predecessors taught him. The fatal traps
that arrive with a healthy dose of overconfidence were
evident
in the manner that Doris laid his bets. In previous weeks Doris has been
content to place his bets in a conservative fashion but one that none the
less had the desired effect and returned a positive outcome. This winning
pattern was abandoned by Doris on the weekend past and with reckless abandon
he placed two bets on the nose of 2 rank outsiders in Sydney and Brisbane
and neither delivered anything worth spruiking about. One thing it seems
that Doris has read this punting season is the book of excuses. Two of
note that were used on Saturday were (a) that he was concerned with giving
more of his fellow punters a turn and (b) if the race had been a length
longer he would have been rolling in the cabbage. Without a doubt any punter
that is yet to experience the thrill of entering the door of the TAB would
gladly forsake this riveting emotion if it meant a healthier payout at
years end.
Hopes were held high that Patrick Francis Griffin's purple patch
would continue through to the end of the season. It didn't. PFG turned
into a student of the turf during the week and there weren't many conversations
he had that didn't involve a lengthy discourse on the relative merits of
each nag in each meeting in each State. It is perhaps due to this overkill
that PFG fell into to the same loathsome pile as Doris and joined some
other club notables, namely Grogwash Allen, Grover O'Neal, Oscar Giltrap,
Frosty O'Regan, Topweight Kelty, Trifecta King Nicholson, Stats Tattersall
and Grotty Crossman, who have all at various stages gleefully taken a fistful
of fifties and done absolutely nothing with it. PFG seemed to take a leaf
out of Grogwash's book on the weekend and almost spread his wagers over
the gamut of gambling scenarios. Money was placed on the nose, each way,
double, next double, trifecta, quinella, quaddie and superfecta and all
to no avail. Paddy has also been no stranger to the
excuse
book this year as he was heard mumbling away very early in the day how
there were a couple of omen bets that he almost laid our money on. Of course
these all ended up finishing first and once again we are forced to contemplate
what could have been.
The third gambler of this attractive trio was club legend George Samios. In a different tack that is technically in breach of punters club legislation George has decided to lay the money on the roulette table at the Canberra Casino. Although frowned upon this method of gambling could provide instant pleasure if successful. Unfortunately at the time of writing the results of George's plunge on the tables are as yet unknown. While the old adage tells me that no news is good news that sinking feeling has once again crept up on me.
opportunity
to remind you that the punting season concludes Grand Final weekend. Any
punter with outstanding dues will forfeit their contributions to the dividend
pool
The negative feeling expressed in last weeks edition proved to be
completely unfounded as club legend George Samios broke all sorts of records
on his visit to the casino. Unfortunately at the time of going to press
last week the results of George's
plunge
were unavailable but it can now be reported that he returned a profit of
$125 from his time spent studying the revolutions of the roulette table.
This result far outweighs the impressive return of punters club stalwarts such as Topweight Kelty, Trifecta King Nicholson, Helmut Jordan and Paddy Griffin throughout the season. It is unfortunate to note that all these keen punters fell in a screaming heap after their initial payout and it is to be hoped that George's winning streak continues unabated for the next week.
Although George's feat involved a slight infraction of punter's club
legislation it should be noted that a witness was present at the Casino
and George was sober at the time of gambling. I am led to believe that
our fortuitous win came down to the last $5 chip George held and the roulette
wheel rolled in our favour. For all you omen betters out there I am unable
to reveal the lucky number as George has kept this under his hat as he
is keen to place chips on the same number at the same table this week.
Unfortunately George's run of good luck came to an abrupt halt when, for the second week running, he tempted fate and laid our immediate future in the hidden law of a probable outcome on the roulette table. This probable outcome proved to be an impossible target as every dollar gambled went to the croupiers provident fund rather than the Wolves' junket fund.
Thus, for
the final week of punting, two legends will take control of the cabbage
and place our destiny in their capable hands. I refer, of course, to Brett
Anthony Davis and Andrew Browne. These two connoisseurs of the track will
undoubtedly find a winner up As you will all be well aware this weekend
sees the final punt of the season for the Wolves punters club.
Dividends will be disbursed to everyone that has fully paid their dues. Once again I remind you that everyone that is not fully paid up will forfeit the money they contributed.