The day kicked off with a retro NFL game, the Bears of the Seventies I grew up with made an appearance against the Lions. Well, this was a proxy bet for the Silders’ oldest kid TJ so the bookie will have to break his thumbs, not mine. It was just $10 lost. If it were up to me, I would naturally bet against the Bears but never when the Lions are the opponent, traditionally the Lions couldn’t pour whiz out of a boot with the instructions on the heel.
My football-betting career continued downhill from there.
I was too hungry to care about the details on the Cowboys and I owed Somara a trip to Gordon Ramsay’s boutique burger joint. My ex-roommate Paul would be in paradise in Las Vegas, practically every TV in this city has an ESPN channel going continuously. This kept me in the loop on the Cowboys blowing it against the Chargers, namely when WR Terrance Williams dropped/fumbled the ball in the end zone, depriving the Cowboys of a desperately needed touchdown. When I used to work in the sports department of the Milwaukee Sentinel, there was a cliche the writers used to say…never draft a hometown hero. I want to add a corollary, don’t waste an opening on players from Baylor if you operate the Cowboys or Texans.
The Neo-Confederate racists with discount plastic surgery from North Carolina were more infuriating. During our conversation, my Illinois origin brought out that old chestnut, the South should’ve won. I could see the “Faux News loading…” in the husband’s eyes when my rebuttal was, “You were doomed from the start. We outnumbered you 3-1, we had all the factories and every Southern state contributed at least 1500 soldiers to the Union.” I forgot to add how South Carolina actually didn’t help much. His answer? “Well, we’d be better off.” The next time you hear such an ignorant statement, note how they lack specifics on what “better” means and watch them squirm regarding slavery as the Confederacy’s motivation for secession. People like those two morons polluting the gene pool explains why America is a mess. There’s nothing wrong with having a different opinion unless its defense is built upon “because,” “it just is,” “Faux News/James O’Keefe/Breitbart/Drudge says” or the “Bible says so.”
I didn’t let the incognito Klan members ruin my meal. I had the damnation burger. It’s supposed to be chicken yet our nice waiter let me go off menu. We had both fries and onion rings to see what the dipping sauces were like. I was very impressed by the chipotle catsup/ketchup. The definition of medium with beef was a little bloodier than I’m accustomed to. The iPod Touch-based survey accompanying the check was fascinating. Since I’m on vacation, I didn’t bother to ask which software was used to conduct the poll.
We walked off lunch for a tad at PH, then my lousy luck continued to loom over me at Palace Station’s craps tables. Did I have fun? Yes. I remembered my main rules: once the money is on the table, it’s gone; $100 is nothing compared to what I spend at Waterloo Records or Rogues Gallery Comics only a bi-weekly basis. Winning beats losing any day. I also tried out the relatively new craps machines using pop-o-matic dice. It says the minimal bet is a $1, not really, pass line is $2, the buck applies to the side stuff. I have a personal opinion about these machines. They’ve been developed to lure in people who don’t want to play a table game (craps, blackjack, roulette) due to social anxiety and the machines do explain the rules. To me, they make craps a bigger grind. A buck on six/eight earns a $1.14, not as sexy as $7.
Took the rest of Sunday easy so we wouldn’t be completely exhausted for our Monday plans…seeing Popovich’s animal theater.
Next year the Packers better play during my time in Las Vegas or I should just swear off Sunday NFL action, stick only with Thursday to get my record to be even.
Gambling Report:
- Video Poker: Steve 4, Somara 1 ($38.75, $0). Steve wins!
- Somara: No idea, I guess -$150
- Steve: -$129.13: Video Poker -$33.75; NFL Football -$10.50; Table Craps -$57; Pop-o-Matic Craps: -$2.88; Roulette -$25.