True story:
Im about 17 and in Highscool and taking a little action from a few classmates. This 1 guy NEVER won, always 2-8, 1-5, 0-4 every weekend betting football. So I decide im gonna fade him and start betting a local who is about 75 years old and has me on a 200 limit. First week I go like 10-2 and collect $1560, huge money for me back then. The next week I go 6-0 on college Saturday, 5-0 on sunday and 2-0 on Monday Night football. This old timer now owes me $2600 for the week. He calls me on Tuesday to pay me and when i get to his house he pays me the money and says "I can't take your bets no more you are the sharpest mother-fuckker I ever seen in my 50 years of being a bookmaker". When I told him how I picked the games he didn't believe me and to the day he died a few years back (we became friendly) he would never take a bet from me and would not believe I was just fading a mush who bet $50 a game.