You Can't Lose Them All: Tales of a Degenerate Gambler and His Ridiculous Friends (Paperback)
Over the last forty years, Cousin Sal has made bets with doctors, lawyers, teachers, agents, bookies, writers, comedians, radio DJs, tv producers, baseball players, front office executives, bandleaders, movie stars, publicists, weed lab owners, hedge fund operators, and even professional wrestlers. From his early days growing up in Brooklyn and Long Island flipping baseball cards to now hosting podcasts and TV shows and managing several offshore accounts we don't talk about, Cousin Sal has truly become the average American sports fan's go to source for gambling tips.
So here's how not to do it . . .
With hilarious tales of love and loss, winning and (a lot) of losing, crazy family and fatherhood, and a life saga that inspired the Phil Collins' song, "Against All Odds," Cousin Sal has now written THE Vegas super-system, MIT-algorithmic, sharp-approved book for how to gamble like a pro -- or at least not how not to go broke and lose your kids to Child Protective Services.
"For the last two decades, Cousin Sal has been the Gambling Butch Cassidy to my Gambling Sundance Kid -- and that's a crucial analogy, because they both died at the end of the movie."—Bill Simmons
"I swear to God you little shit, if you wrote anything stupid about me I’ll kill you."—Aunt Chippy
"Sal's a good father and husband, and I have never seen him take a drink. But he makes up for it by being the most degenerate gambler I have ever seen."—Johnny Knoxville
“Sal has embarrassed me on live television, in front of Jon Hamm, in restaurants, on the golf course, etc. The fact that I am still here recommending this book is a testament to how great a friend he is when he's not making my life miserable. I've never met a man that's as mad about sports as he is and I think he's endured enough pain, the least we can do is read about it. Also, Jon, if you're reading this: I'm not crazy!”—Rachel Bonnetta
"Rachel. I don’t think you’re crazy. Sal, I think you’re a real Pal. Also, you owe me $400. I will not accept books as payment."—Jon Hamm
"A rollicking...account of the foibles of a man who’ll bet on anything."—Kirkus