And They're Off

I went to the horse races the other night. My company had a party, and provided barbeque and $20 for either drinks or gambling.

I drank the first 6 dollars, a cup of ice and splash of Crown. I can get more alcohol from a bottle of vanilla extract than I did from the $6 Crown, but I digress.

I gambled the rest of the funny money, losing spectacularly on each race I bet. I ended up bored.

I just don't see the allure of gambling on the ponies. Wasting my hard-earned money on the vagaries of some four-legged animals seems the height of insanity. I'm sure you can make money doing it, perhaps even get rich. But the stress of putting your money down on a horse you never heard of, ridden by a jockey you haven't met, overrides any joy from watching them run.

When was the last time you saw a section in your local sports store with hats and t-shirts from the best racing stables in the country?

I prefer to watch and gamble on football. While I am wasting my hard-earned money on the vagaries of 18-22 year-old college students, at least I can wear a cool hat with their logo.