Initially built by NASA to set lines for the Las Vegas casinos in the late 1950s (Who do you think funded the Apollo missions? The government? It was the mob …), The Sin City Betbot 6000 calculated lines for over 30 years. The Betbot was given various upgrades through the years, not always with the best equipment, but he was very good at setting lines, and living the good life.
The Betbot was de-commissioned in 1990 after San Francisco destroyed Denver in the Super Bowl. The 45-point spread simply fried a number of the Betbot’s wires and he retired. The Betbot was discovered by Fantasysharks.com and retooled to give fantasy advice. He lives now to give his own unique, well-cultured take on the NFL. The Sin City Betbot 6000 Presents is transcribed by Tom Walls because “typing … BZZT … is a dame’s job.”
“It’s a cold electric heat
And his life is so damn complicated
He’s loving’ how he lives
And livin’ how he loves
It’s danger that he’s investigatin’”
Ah – that , of course is the theme song from McBot, the short-lived detective series I starred in during the mid 1980s. The theme song is sung by Huey Lewis and the News. All this crazy Back to the Future nostalgia reminded me of the time Huey and I went parasailing together in Puerto Vallarta. I was very…BZZZT… surprised that a boat had enough horsepower to lift my half ton of bottage off the coast of Jalisco, Mexico; but it did. Huey and I had a great time. Drinking Margaritas, and sessions of sweet with two cousins, both named Margarita.
Huey and I had a falling out during the recording of their horrible album, Small World. I told Huey the songs…BZZZT…BZT.. were crap, nothing at all like the semi-slick jazzy, nasty rock of their first two albums, Picture This, and Fore. He didn’t want to hear it, not at all. As a result, we didn’t speak for over 25 years, and they put out some horrible music.
Last year, Netflix contacted me about a limited series reboot of McBot. I contacted Huey, asking him to record the theme with a jazzy slant. He agreed and we got together in my suite at Circus Circus in August. It was just like old times, we had some Margaritas, and then shared some other Margaritas… Wink wink… 😉 (we hooked up with 2 women both named Margarita again, capiche?).
When will we forgive England for the War of 1812? Apparently we haven’t forgiven them yet, because we keep giving them games like the Jags-Buffalo flaming shoe-box of pooh. Actually, this game isn’t as horrible as it could have been, the Bortles-Hurns-Robinson triumvirate is fun to watch…
Fred Jackson crashed his Corvette , I bleeping hope…BZT… he wasn’t taking driving tips from Marshawn Lynch, because he ain’t the guy to be getting bleeping driving advice from. Jackson said in a tweet that Marshawn Lynch stopped to check on him after the crash. Well, it’s nice that this time, Lynch stopped to check on someone after they were involved in a crash. There’s a first time for everything, I bleeping suppose.
So long, and remember – showgirls and gin, my friends – Showgirls and BZZZZT gin.