Happy birthday
I woke up drunk.
As I tried to hydrate, I got a call from Jeff. He was already down in the sports book placing bets on Saturday football. I showered up and ventured down.
"I've got action on everything," said Jeff as he sipped on his Bud Light. "This Wisconsin game is looking good."
I was trying to pace myself, so I grabbed a Diet Pepsi. Then I placed a bet on a simulcast horse race from Bay Meadows. My first inclination was to bet on Welfare Cadillac, but when the odds sank I changed my mind. Who won? Welfare Cadillac.
Later on I placed a bet on the World Series. I asked the sports book attendant how I should interpret the odds on the game, and he explained them to me. Then I told him I wanted $100 on the Rockies to win game 3. Later I would find out he misplaced my bet, but fortunately that meant I won because the Rockies lost. Sometimes its just better to go with a mistake than try to "fix" it.
After a day of sports, we again cleaned up and met in the Caesars Palace casino. I got down there first, so when I spotted an open 3rd Base spot at a table with a hot blonde dealer, I took a seat. I didn't mind if I did.
I tried to politely wait out the shoe being dealt, but the others at the table insisted I play. I told them I didn't want to join mid shoe, so they asked the pit boss for a shuffle. He granted it.
Rickelle, the dealer, was dishing us crap from the beginning. The guys who were originally at the table soon left. My friend, Jeff, then joined. At one point I was dealt a pair of 8s against Rickelle's 7. I split. But up came another 8. Then another. Before I knew it, my original $100 hand had split into $400 of action. Rickelle pulled a 20. Bye bye $400. Needless to say, I wasn't much fun at dinner.
Things didn't get much better after dinner, so I retired at about 12:45 a.m.
As I tried to hydrate, I got a call from Jeff. He was already down in the sports book placing bets on Saturday football. I showered up and ventured down.
"I've got action on everything," said Jeff as he sipped on his Bud Light. "This Wisconsin game is looking good."
I was trying to pace myself, so I grabbed a Diet Pepsi. Then I placed a bet on a simulcast horse race from Bay Meadows. My first inclination was to bet on Welfare Cadillac, but when the odds sank I changed my mind. Who won? Welfare Cadillac.
Later on I placed a bet on the World Series. I asked the sports book attendant how I should interpret the odds on the game, and he explained them to me. Then I told him I wanted $100 on the Rockies to win game 3. Later I would find out he misplaced my bet, but fortunately that meant I won because the Rockies lost. Sometimes its just better to go with a mistake than try to "fix" it.
After a day of sports, we again cleaned up and met in the Caesars Palace casino. I got down there first, so when I spotted an open 3rd Base spot at a table with a hot blonde dealer, I took a seat. I didn't mind if I did.
I tried to politely wait out the shoe being dealt, but the others at the table insisted I play. I told them I didn't want to join mid shoe, so they asked the pit boss for a shuffle. He granted it.
Rickelle, the dealer, was dishing us crap from the beginning. The guys who were originally at the table soon left. My friend, Jeff, then joined. At one point I was dealt a pair of 8s against Rickelle's 7. I split. But up came another 8. Then another. Before I knew it, my original $100 hand had split into $400 of action. Rickelle pulled a 20. Bye bye $400. Needless to say, I wasn't much fun at dinner.
Things didn't get much better after dinner, so I retired at about 12:45 a.m.
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