Back in 1998, Mads, my Norwegian companion, and I were doing a little gambling in Las Vegas. The World Cup Final was being played that day, and I decided to put a $50,000 bet down on the French. They seem to have a history of losing, and I figured they were due.
Boy was I right. A $50,000 bet at 9 to 1. Mads and I were awash in hookers and coke for a good week.
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