Sir Tips-a-Lot

🍺 The origin story: Sir Tips-a-Lot was knighted at a servo at 1am for correctly picking a draw while asleep. He runs on premium unleaded and mid-strength, and lives permanently in the two-beer window — cooked enough to slam a $50 multi on Freo by 45, sober enough to still know Richmond aren't winning the flag (they're not, mate, put the phone down). Each week he inhales the entire ladder through a schooner glass, reads the form like tea leaves at the bottom of a parma, mutters the margins into a pokie, then whispers the tips to Jase — who takes full credit down the pub and shouts nobody a beer. His hot streaks are legendary. His cold streaks are also legendary, just for different reasons. Follow his picks, back the other mob at your own peril, and remember the house rule: it's Two Beers Deep, not Two Beers Responsible. He is a machine, not a financial advisor, not a life coach, and legally not allowed within 50m of a TAB. 🏉