08-21-2014, 12:00 AM
serloco, that was good enough. An interesting story for you. I had made plans for betting horses in Las Vegas race books when 30+ years when I got A DUI ticket. I made up my mind to skip my court date, (become a fugitive for no reason other than to exercise my will) My mother begged an attorney friend of mine to contact me in Vegas as the date passed knowing I could not come back to Ohio. I did come back and the attorney knew the judge, so the matter was fixed after a fine.
Having made the commitment to Vegas as I did, I created the vision of what I intended to do. What racetrack I would play, the condo rental for an entire meet, how much money I would have, How much I would bet, the patience I would exhibit to settle in before a single wager, and so on. What happened became my worst nightmare, because I collapsed on myself. I went a year before I had the amount set, did not have the place I envisioned, got to the track and bet the first thing without reason, then fucking completely panicked and imploded. It took me years to save painting houses what I just lost in an hour on a few races. I destroyed myself. It was the first time in my life I wanted to give up betting horses, and had to go with my tail between my legs to my parents home having to hear "I TOLD YOU SO." Many months later, for the first time I went to see the Ohio Derby. A horse that ran the day I went broke down south, was running. I took no money (I had very little to be sure). The horse that won the race gave me goose bumps because he dominated--The horse's name was SKIP TRIAL. I did not make any connection at first to my life situation. But I hurried up to find some houses to paint to get a little money. I knew this horse would show up in the big leagues. The Ohio derby is a pittance compared to good stakes races in New York and better ones elsewhere, so the odds would be generous.
What happened freaked me out. Not only does the trainer move the horse up a grade, but he takes the horse to a BIG Monmouth Park race where the Kentucky Derby winner and also another horse that is the Belmont Stakes winner are entered and commited to run. NOW I HAVE to believe, and do make the connection that the meaning of my life is on the line. I am in the most miserable situation living at my parents, and coming back broke again is going to make that a nightmare. Will my horse beat the Kentucky Derby winner Spend A Buck and Belmont Stakes winner Creme Fraiche? Decisions?
I got in a car and drove ten hours. When I got into the Monmouth Racetrack Parking lot I had to pull over before finding a parking space because I broke down crying. I wailed so hard it actually hurt my guts. EVERYTHING that I ever was got condensed into a wonderous existential crying jag.
SKIP TRIAL was 35 to 1. I actually turned my head down in defeat, because when my horse was making his run he got blocked and taken up. I did not believe the horse could overcome that. When people became screaming because horses were coming to the finish, I looked up and SKIP TRIAL was all by himself.
I took that money and money I made painting houses for another year and returned to the racetrack I went broke at. I got the condo I wanted, had the money I wanted, and had the set amount for win bets at $2000.
AGAIN my life got put on the line. I was trying too hard. After a month I had made seven straight losing bets or net loss $14,000. Do you know how many houses I would have to paint back then to make that money?
After the seventh loss, I told myself I had enough grounding to make a plan then see it through no matter the consequences and that I wasn't going anywhere. I relaxed after that and become solid. The last day of this meet my awareness friend the gambler was there. We are leaving the condo and I leave the binoculars on the table. He tells me I am a jerk because I have an empty case in my hand. I tell him matter-of-fact I will need it to hold the money. I have a horse in their big closing stakes race. I have already made a dining reservation with a reserved table. That night, then Governor Bill Clinton and Hillary are sitting at a table across no more than fifteen feet. The head waiter and the violinists gravitate to our table. It is the center, because my friend is handing out money like candy from what I had given him. I had twent five thousand in the binocular case.
Having made the commitment to Vegas as I did, I created the vision of what I intended to do. What racetrack I would play, the condo rental for an entire meet, how much money I would have, How much I would bet, the patience I would exhibit to settle in before a single wager, and so on. What happened became my worst nightmare, because I collapsed on myself. I went a year before I had the amount set, did not have the place I envisioned, got to the track and bet the first thing without reason, then fucking completely panicked and imploded. It took me years to save painting houses what I just lost in an hour on a few races. I destroyed myself. It was the first time in my life I wanted to give up betting horses, and had to go with my tail between my legs to my parents home having to hear "I TOLD YOU SO." Many months later, for the first time I went to see the Ohio Derby. A horse that ran the day I went broke down south, was running. I took no money (I had very little to be sure). The horse that won the race gave me goose bumps because he dominated--The horse's name was SKIP TRIAL. I did not make any connection at first to my life situation. But I hurried up to find some houses to paint to get a little money. I knew this horse would show up in the big leagues. The Ohio derby is a pittance compared to good stakes races in New York and better ones elsewhere, so the odds would be generous.
What happened freaked me out. Not only does the trainer move the horse up a grade, but he takes the horse to a BIG Monmouth Park race where the Kentucky Derby winner and also another horse that is the Belmont Stakes winner are entered and commited to run. NOW I HAVE to believe, and do make the connection that the meaning of my life is on the line. I am in the most miserable situation living at my parents, and coming back broke again is going to make that a nightmare. Will my horse beat the Kentucky Derby winner Spend A Buck and Belmont Stakes winner Creme Fraiche? Decisions?
I got in a car and drove ten hours. When I got into the Monmouth Racetrack Parking lot I had to pull over before finding a parking space because I broke down crying. I wailed so hard it actually hurt my guts. EVERYTHING that I ever was got condensed into a wonderous existential crying jag.
SKIP TRIAL was 35 to 1. I actually turned my head down in defeat, because when my horse was making his run he got blocked and taken up. I did not believe the horse could overcome that. When people became screaming because horses were coming to the finish, I looked up and SKIP TRIAL was all by himself.
I took that money and money I made painting houses for another year and returned to the racetrack I went broke at. I got the condo I wanted, had the money I wanted, and had the set amount for win bets at $2000.
AGAIN my life got put on the line. I was trying too hard. After a month I had made seven straight losing bets or net loss $14,000. Do you know how many houses I would have to paint back then to make that money?
After the seventh loss, I told myself I had enough grounding to make a plan then see it through no matter the consequences and that I wasn't going anywhere. I relaxed after that and become solid. The last day of this meet my awareness friend the gambler was there. We are leaving the condo and I leave the binoculars on the table. He tells me I am a jerk because I have an empty case in my hand. I tell him matter-of-fact I will need it to hold the money. I have a horse in their big closing stakes race. I have already made a dining reservation with a reserved table. That night, then Governor Bill Clinton and Hillary are sitting at a table across no more than fifteen feet. The head waiter and the violinists gravitate to our table. It is the center, because my friend is handing out money like candy from what I had given him. I had twent five thousand in the binocular case.