This game had remained a befuddlement to poor old DonDiego. Where was the edge? SuperBrady or TerrificTim? What to do? What to do?
Well, . . . it turns out that up heh' in the Appalachians there's a tradition of lookin' for signs, . . . to help guide one through any perplexity which one might face.
Not so much like this heh' sign:

Why that there sign was downright misleadin'! They had only one flavor. And afore they'd even let DonDiego have a sip, they'd done slipped a robe o'er his head and commenced to dippin' him in a cement pond out back.
No thanks!
More like this kinda sign, . . . a sign from Nature:

This heh' sign wasn't particularly propitious, . . . but it
does represent poor old DonDiego's luck purty well.
And then jes' yesterday, quite by chance, DonDiego came upon a dog, . . . a dog displaying an unmistakeable sign, . . . a sign meant just for DonDiego !

Now DonDiego knows the Winner! It cannot be otherwise. DonDiego recommends one bet the mortgage money on it.