
LAS VEGAS — En route to the Westgate SuperBook for a date with destiny, “the jailer man, and sailor Sam . . .” blared on satellite radio. A one-man band on the run, I pulled into a bank to make an uncomfortable withdrawal.
The mission, eight mornings ago? To secure -120 moneyline odds on Kansas State, against my 60-to-1 ticket on Florida Atlantic to make the Final Four. The Wildcats and Owls battled in the Elite Eight the next day.