"Common , going one on one with you is like playing tennis against a blind 8 year old so I’ll go slowly" - Harvey "Harold" Cohn in Las Vegas.

LOL

Go have some milk and take a nap. You are tired and being irrational again.

Do you know where your "Harold" moniker came from? From your closest friends. The one time I met you in person was in a sportsbook in Vegas around a big sporting event (Maybe The Orleans, maybe Southpoint, maybe Red Rock, I don't remember exactly). Anyway, I was with a friend who knew one of your friends and wanted to catch up with him. So we met him at the sportsbook. You were there and your friend introduced to you to us. You immediately started talking your nonsense. When called out on something you were clearly wrong about, you did your usual red herring and pretended we were talking about something else (Like you say something like the Yankees are playing the Red Sox, then when it is pointed out to you that the Yankees are in fact playing the Orioles, you will then say "Do you not think Aaron Judge is the best hitter in baseball?" and pretend we were talking about hitters).

So you spouted your nonsense, then when called out on it spouted some nonsense on a different subject. Everyone sort of stopped talking and internally rolled their eyes letting you rant. Then you said you were going to place a bet. While you were away, my friend looked at your friend and said "Wow. He reminds me of my crazy Uncle Harold." Your friend then goes "Yeah, we all have crazy Uncle Harolds in our lives." Then for then next hour everyone called you Harold behind your back. Even the guy you said was a good friend. After moving to Vegas I occasionally see the guy you call a good friend. We always have a laugh over Harold.