There are many reasons to feel sorrow at the last meeting of the Whalen regime, but the betting industry will suffer the most, I fear. The weekly wagers about when Jason might or might not make it to the meeting (although he always seemed to make it in a nick of time!) will go by the wayside. But there’s the other side bets. Would-be writer this week, Steve Saalfeld, helpfully sent along the latest line on this week’s wagers: 6:1 odds on the final conch shell blast lasting more than 20 seconds 4:1 odds that Jason will conduct the final meeting in a coconut bra And the over/under on the horrible puns Jason will improvise is 17.
