
I had to laugh yesterday when I got a voicemail message from my old friend, Bias the Clown. He wanted me to call him back so that he could ask my advice on how to pick the winners. Seems his colleagues have been giving him a hard time about his sorry record this year. They even have a tee-shirt printed up. Oh my! Things are getting wild over at the Clown Motel. Bias said he wanted to pay 'em back.
Well, let me tell you something my clownish friend. Sorry, pal. I simply won't get involved in all the he-said, clown-said nonsense. Bias the Clown, if you can't hang with the big dogs in the yard, you better go back to sleep under the porch. Come up with your own ammo, if you can. If your picks stink, do your homework. Or maybe just get out of bed and do something. Do your job and don't worry about what the rest of us are doing.

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