From Hunter S. Thompson's The Great Shark Hunt, originally as "Last Tango in Vegas: Fear and Loathing in the Far Room", Rolling Stone, 1978:
That's how The Battle of New Orleans looks to me now: Dead Even---and if the numbers turn up that way on September 15th, I will bet on Muhammad Ali, for reasons of my own. I hate to lose any bet, but losing on this one would not hurt that much.
The last twenty years of my life would have been just a little bit cheaper and duller if Muhammad Ali had not been around to keep me cranked up, and there is no way I could bet against him this time, in what could well be his last fight. I figure I can afford to bet on him and lose: that is an acceptable risk. . . . But something very deep inside me curdles at the thought of what kind of rancid karma I could bring down on myself if I bet against him, and he won.
That is not an acceptable risk.
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