I think that's the worst thing, I've ever seen.
How depressing. A middle-aged degenerate gambler with his hair parted down the middle, drinking beer, listening to heavy metal and talking about how great the band is, with gaudy shit on his walls, telling me his plays and ranking them with various "stars". This guy either lives in Indiana or South Carolina. Those are two of the more depressing states in the Union. Then he starts telling me that you can win hitting 30% as long as you put more money on the winning bets?
Oh man.
I think I'm gonna go in the garage, start the car and sit there until I pass out.