All Bets Down
All Bets Down By Bill Hart I knew I didn't have much time left as I stared at the can I held in my hand. With the exception that it had neither label nor identifying marks, it looked just the same as any other ordinary can of soda. I didn't know what was so special about it. All I really knew was that I was supposed to open it in the presence of one of the three football players whose names they'd given me. However, I certainly had no way of knowing how doing something so strange...