race track antics
I just got approved to post recently, so I thought that I'd contribute the following to this thread.
I used to work at a certain dying and decrepit harness race track in Lexington, Ky that happens to rhyme with "dead pile" (also refered to locally as the Redneck Mile). Anyway, a certain obstinate and vociferous patron at the track named Billy W. (also known as "The Mouth" in poker circles) had just lost a couple of grand on one race. During the home stretch, it had become evident to him that his horse wasn't going to finish in the money. When this revelation decended upon him, he snatched a paper condiment cup from the table before him and threw it with all of his might against the wall above the televisions, thus creating a swath of mustard about a foot wide. A week or so passed since this particular betting loss. I found myself once again in his presence as he was discussing the dilapidated condition of the race track and the sorry state of the track management (Billy was not above engaging in conspiracy theorizing about his gambling losses). Billy then points to the mustard on the wall, which by then had dried to a hard crust and makes the following proposition with a fellow action fiend. Billy will bet the other fellow $500.00 that the track maintenance crew would not clean the mustard off of the wall within a two week period beginning that day. The other fellow considers the wager and accepts. The mustard was cleaned a month later and Billy took the cash. Ridiculous, yet fun times. I worked at that track for 4 years during college and I always rooted for Billy to win, as he always tipped handsomely.
As an aside, I have also seen Billy bet $500.00 per game at nine ball and I have never seen him pocket two balls or more consecutively. He was and is a fearless gambler who would bet it all on almost anything...
I just got approved to post recently, so I thought that I'd contribute the following to this thread.
I used to work at a certain dying and decrepit harness race track in Lexington, Ky that happens to rhyme with "dead pile" (also refered to locally as the Redneck Mile). Anyway, a certain obstinate and vociferous patron at the track named Billy W. (also known as "The Mouth" in poker circles) had just lost a couple of grand on one race. During the home stretch, it had become evident to him that his horse wasn't going to finish in the money. When this revelation decended upon him, he snatched a paper condiment cup from the table before him and threw it with all of his might against the wall above the televisions, thus creating a swath of mustard about a foot wide. A week or so passed since this particular betting loss. I found myself once again in his presence as he was discussing the dilapidated condition of the race track and the sorry state of the track management (Billy was not above engaging in conspiracy theorizing about his gambling losses). Billy then points to the mustard on the wall, which by then had dried to a hard crust and makes the following proposition with a fellow action fiend. Billy will bet the other fellow $500.00 that the track maintenance crew would not clean the mustard off of the wall within a two week period beginning that day. The other fellow considers the wager and accepts. The mustard was cleaned a month later and Billy took the cash. Ridiculous, yet fun times. I worked at that track for 4 years during college and I always rooted for Billy to win, as he always tipped handsomely.
As an aside, I have also seen Billy bet $500.00 per game at nine ball and I have never seen him pocket two balls or more consecutively. He was and is a fearless gambler who would bet it all on almost anything...
, that a guy used to bet on back in the 70's, that's one of the weirdest for sure....He would bet that he would stick the cue ball in his mouth and then spit it out and make a spot shot - and he did.......Somebody told me that right now, there's another kid on the road 'shooting' this shot.
