I Call Him Gamblor!

So i just got back from Wegz (the sports stadium bar @ Rutherford and Creditstone) where I got into some drinking and gambling. Neither heavy, since after christmas shopping I can not afford either. I was supposed to go with John on Saturday, but a combination of that crazy snow storm and me being sick as a dog got in the way and called for a rain check.

I don't gamble very often, and when I do I hate to do things like the lottery or slot machines. I'm probably the unluckiest person in the world when it comes to lotteries. Scratch tickets or lottery tickets I buy for others as gifts - almost always winners. People who sit beside me at the slot machines in the casinos - I've seen many hit the jackpot. Me on the other hand, I NEVER win. The most I've ever won on a scratch ticket - 4 bucks. A slot machine - maybe 20 bucks, and then lost it all anyway. That's the reason I prefer gambling with some sort of strategy to it, in this case, horse racing.

Go Seat Belt!!

I never bet much, the minimum is $2. I know the basics -the higher the odds, the bigger the payout - based on a bet of win (the horse comes first place), place (the horse comes in second place), or show (the horse comes in first, second, or third). So we sit down, and buddy next to us is on his cell phone talking smack about how so-and-so horse is shit, and this-and-that race didn't have a big enough payout. Mega gambler, self-proclaimed big shot. Anyway, John and I are staring blankly at the next race available, basically choosing horses based on cool names (like Seat Belt, Takealookatthoselegs, Irish Buzz, Autumn Victory, and Homer Simpson), and he gets talking to us. Long story short, the guy was pure jokes. But scary - knew every track availble like the back of his hand, knew each horse and it's rider, and how each horses' number affected their place on the track. Turns out he won 550 bucks alone that night on two seperate races - races he had bought the brochure for the day before, and studied each race and horse over night.

So, my conclusions. One: gambling pays, if you know how it do it. Two: When you leave the racing house to beeline it to the strip club alone on a tuesday night, are you up or down by the end of the night? Winner....or loser?

Oh, out of 4 or 5 races, I picked one winning horse and won 80 cents. Boo yea grandma.