I learned everything that I will ever know about gambling from my uncle. It is kind of funny because he used to take me out for the afternoon and we would go to the racetrack where he would teach me horse racing tips. My mom never found out and to this day I am sure she still thinks that Uncle Marty was taking me to the beach or out for lunch.

He always told me that it would be our little secret, and now as an adult, I understand why it had to be that way. I have given out my share of racing tips, but mine were always so logical, unlike his, which could seem like such a long shot, and yet he would win every time.

Uncle Marty passed away last year and I know that life will never be the same again. I miss him dearly, as he was the one person who always treated me like an adult and never seemed to let me down. Every time I place a bet now, I do it for Uncle Marty, the best horse racing tipster that I will ever know.